Is it important?
Wu Xiao listened, looking at the young man in the Emperor Robe who caught the petals with his blade.
Indeed, it's not important.
"Hehe." Wu Xiao smiled and nodded.
The laughter reached Liu Huo's ears, making his heart grow increasingly sorrowful.
Yes, nothing matters.
For three years, he had never cared about anything.
Yet today, upon seeing this unknown young man in the Emperor Robe for the first time, Wu Xiao's heart surged with great emotion.
As if he had finally found the end of his journey.
The world is vast, yet he finally found a place to belong.
"Come!" Wu Xiao shouted, launching forward to lunge at Lu Ran.
Lu Ran greeted him with his blade, enveloping the Eight Desolate Blade with Divine Power, striking fiercely at the spear's tip.
For a moment, the crisp sound of metal clashing rang continuously.
A silvery figure flickered unpredictably, yet his spear technique was bold and direct.
