Elder duanmu glanced at Yun chujiu and asked, “What’s going on?”
Yun Chujiu said with a solemn face, “Elder Duanmu, when I entered the eye of sword intent just now, I felt the majestic and ancient power of the sword intent, so I couldn’t help but kneel down and worship it. “It must be the sword intent calling me. I’m so honored!”
Elder Duanmu’s expression immediately eased up a lot. This little girl seemed to be very sensitive to the sword intent. Perhaps there would be good fortune in the eye of sword intent.
He nodded slightly at the thought and signaled for everyone to continue walking in.
Yun Chujiu didn’t care about the envious, suspicious, or mocking gazes of the crowd. Instead, she cursed in her heart, “Damn it, which old bastard did this?”? ! It can’t be the Qi Ling, right? ! !
She squinted her eyes and looked around. Her pupils suddenly constricted because she saw a faint red mist drifting towards her feet.
Damn!