C232 The Wedding Was Approaching!

Ye Bufan heeded the Sect Leader's words without protest. With a slight parting of his lips, the flying sword emerged, growing with the wind to a length of three feet, and suspended itself above his head. Bathed in sunlight, it cast a dazzling radiance.

Ao Huangchuan had already stepped back a considerable distance. Despite his earlier reprimands, as a blacksmith