White hair like new friendship, a meeting as if old acquaintances.
Xie Xuanyi finally understood why some are called "fateful people".
Such as the Saint Prince.
Although an enemy, every encounter, every duel, he always gained something from the Saint Prince... If it weren't for the threat of Heavenly Phoenix Palace today, he would surely battle fiercely with the Saint Prince to the end.
What a pity.
Now, the time has come to leave.
"Phew..."
Xie Xuanyi exhaled a breath of pent-up emotion.
"How did it end just like that?"
Above the clouds, the Saint Prince put away the Spirit Sun Rod, somewhat unsatisfied.
He grinned: "That Sword Intent just like a rod's power, how was it just put away..."
This Xie, truly worthy of being today's number one Sword Cultivator in the world.
This sword has strength!
Every clash against the Spirit Sun Rod made his flesh body tremble, soul almost departing, utterly exhilarating!
If only it could continue forever...
However.
