C629 The End of the Match

The morning spirit qi in Fuxia Mountain was thick and the clouds were faint. It surrounded the entire Immortal Mountain, giving the entire Fuxia Mountain a slight nourishment. The sunlight slowly illuminated the land. Zi Yun had already opened his eyes. This day passed faster than he had imagined. He put on his long robe and carried the Purple Cold Sword on his back and called Zi Ling out