C667 Fight Mythical Bird Again

He leisurely strolled in as he kept the halberd behind his back. His well-defined face carried a faintly discernible smile, or more accurately, ridicule.

The Mystic Bird had taken the form of a middle-aged swordsman. The green blade at its waist was just three feet long, yet it was casually pinned there.

"Long time no see …" "No," he said