C175 Another Type of Soul Cultivator

Zhang Hao remained remarkably composed in the face of the purple-robed elder's astonished outcry.

"Jing is in the midst of comprehension. I won't have her disturbed by anyone."

As he spoke, Zhang Hao nonchalantly inspected the blue longsword in his grasp.

Witnessing the unfolding scene, the elder in purple regained his composure