In Dongyang Sword Sect, countless magnificent buildings rose from the ground, and there were also shades of green trees in the embellishment...

But in front of him...

At this moment...

But only the figure of the Void Sword Acting...

A plain face facing the sky, a delicate and dancing figure, and a clear and dusty temperament...

This scene suddenly became imprinted in his mind...

It seems to be a long time...

It seems to be just a moment.

Time, at this moment, is like an ink brush, drawing a scroll of ink and wash, rolled up by someone and thrown into eternity.

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(No more, there is no need to destroy everyone's reading experience for the goal of a thousand chapters. Let's stop this book...)
Chapter completed!