บท 862: Waiting in the Rain of Peach Petals

Perhaps it was because the invisible massive array being broken in by this sword, there came a tender breeze in the front yard, lifting a few autumn leaves.

One piece of leaf felt on the blade of that sword. But it was not split for the sword was calm and peaceful. The leaf bounced up a bit and fell onto the ground again.

It was an unsettling sort of calm.

Everyone had since realized who this sword belonged to. No one but Liu Bai would have dared to barge in and accomplish it in such a short instant.

Inside the sacred sedan with radiance of lights, the Hierarch leaned forward.

He felt irritated. This was because Liu Bai's sword was pointing towards the Divine Hall of Light, even if it meant no offense nor respect. Moreover, that sword had shown up later than himself.

This implied that Liu Bai saw himself above the Hierarch.