C29 Farewell(1)

In a flash, half a year.

Next to the nameless mountain peak, on a round rock, Ye Xiao sat cross-legged. A long blade with a dark golden luster rested on his knee. Spiritual energy turned into mist and swirled around his body. It was beautiful and beautiful, like a picture scroll.

The name of the blade, Rushing Thunder!

It was engraved on the hilt of the blade