C1056 There Was a World of Its Own

Hsing Lin grabbed Liao Xun's hair tightly with her left hand and tightly held her sword with her right hand. She was obviously very nervous, but she did not let go. Her pale face gradually recovered its color.

Ye Feilong waited until Hsing Lin's expression returned to normal before saying, "Congratulations."

Hsing Lin said, "Thank you."

Ye Feilong smiled slightly, full of praise, and then said