Translator: Aran

  Jiang Xiaohan couldn't help shuddering.

  When she saw Ye Qingyu coming towards her, she could not help but scream. She, turned around and fled. Her hair was disheveled, her pale face blood-stained, like a crazy woman screaming and running away in the depths of the Nine Serenities Palace.

  Ye Qingyu came to a halt.

  He drew a deep breath and slightly calmed down, his inner yuan recovering a little.

  To fight against the experts of an era with ..