C54 Four Swords of Cultivation

Wu Yue's heart ached. He couldn't help but reach out his hand and gently wipe away the tears on Xiuhua's face. Then, he gave her a reassuring look and turned around.

When the green-robed young man saw Wu Yue's actions, his face turned completely pale. His voice was as cold as the cold wind in the three-nine days.

"Look at your age. You should be quite experienced in the martial world