C275 Chapter 275

The white clothed, white haired Ziyang carried his Qingcheng Sword and stood upright in the middle of the road. The people who stopped their horses in front of him were Nangong Lin and a dozen other people who had just come out from the Tianyan Army Camp.

"Where are you guys going?"

Ziyang stuck the Qingcheng Sword beside his feet with a smile