Night Charm Evil Blade, slashed straight down.
It landed to the side of the Thunderfire Domain.
In the distant sky, Yu Changsheng lightly shook his paper fan and nodded silently.
The intense battle did not cause the young Sect Master to let blood rush to his head or act impulsively. This blade, ridiculously off-target, had already indicated the Sect Master's decision.
Yu Changsheng's gaze extended far, looking into the distance at the youth in the Emperor Robe.
Full of admiration.
One year!
In just one year.
The promises Lu Ran made by the cold waters of the high mountain lake had already been fulfilled in many ways.
The lively and spirited little fledgling of the past now bore a commanding presence, with an aura of authority in every gesture.
Of course, the credit must be given to the second-rank magical artifact.
But primarily, it was due to Lu Ran's own growth in power.
