In a daze, Bai Luoli opened her eyes. I saw a girl in red, facing the wooden sword parked in mid-air, making a hand and reciting a mantra: When the five elements fall, the cloud sword rises! The red figure flew away on the wooden sword.
At this time, Zhao Muzi had packed up his clothes and planned to talk to Bai Zhixi about today's interesting things. Looking at the familiar red figure, he panicked. He ran up, trying to catch the retreating figure. . . . . .
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
