end, the ancient and simple sword at his waist had never been unsheathed.The crowd gathered, witnessing the battle of the Dao Institute's five-year students.As close disciples, Jiang Wang naturally w...duckweed floats in the winter, swaying gently.>Then, with a tap of her toes, the Qingyun Ink Mark dissipated.He stepped lightly as if walking on level ground, landing beside Wu Yiyu with one foot, his...