This streak of sword light was like a silken ribbon, slashing in from outside the garden. Wherever it passed, the flowers and grass bowed their heads, revealing a deep ravine, the momentum utterly terrifying.
But Ke Jinyun only snorted coldly. "A mere Sword Cultivator dares to act rashly in front of me?"
As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand. Clamped between his fingers was half a flower branch, which he tilted to point at this ferocious incoming sword.
There was no sound!
The sword light collided silently with the flower branch in Ke Jinyun's hand.
After a brief stagnation, both the sword light and the flower branch vanished together.
Ke Jinyun paid this no mind, his face as dark as water as he looked into the distance.
Because just then, a figure could be seen treading slowly across the sea of flowers toward them.
Where he passed, his aura surged, wild winds whipping the flowers and grass, yet his expression remained utterly calm and unruffled.
