C301 A Former Genius

The beautiful figure slowly approached like a fairy in a painting, her black hair fluttering in the wind, the dark ancient zither overflowing with radiance.

Her slender fingers slowly strung the zither, and a sharp battle qi was born.

"Boom —"

A blood-red sword appeared out of nowhere in Meng Lu's hand. He dodged Mo Zhiyin's attack to the other side, and as his sword blocked the battle qi