After saying goodbye, White Hair felt his whole aura rising to an infinite level.
The expression on his face became even cooler.
Even...
He pulled out a mirror from behind his waist.
The fierce cold wind whipped against the cool face armor, and he stood on the sword's edge with hands behind his back, taking out a mirror to narcissistically glance at himself.
However...
The night failed to give him night-vision eyes.
"Heh heh."
White Hair nonchalantly tossed the mirror away.
It didn't matter if he couldn't see himself.
What mattered was that the two spectators could see this posture.
His momentum had already reached its peak and was starting to descend...
White Hair sighed and reached to his back with his left hand to pull lightly.
Bam.
First, the auxiliary parachute shook violently, followed by the opening of a massive yellow parachute.
Life really is as lonely as snow.
White Hair didn't care at all that the Great Sword had already fallen first.
The mask popped open.
