"You are not Ju Jie." I looked at him and said coldly.
He held the square-inch Haotian Pagoda in his left hand and slowly and nonchalantly ground it into dust. With such an indifferent expression, a slight sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "No," his emerald-colored glass-like phoenix eyes glanced at me, carefree but elegant, "So what?"
At that moment, I couldn't help but think that such a man should be equipped with a good sword.