C860 Five Years to

Zhao Yixian raised the Aeolus Sword high above her head, but it didn't come off. Zhao Yixian's eyes were filled with an unbearable look. If one looked closely, they would see that Zhao Yixian's arm was trembling slightly.

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound, the Aeolus Sword in Zhao Yixian's hand fell to the ground. Seemingly exhausted, Zhao Yixian fell to the ground with tears streaming down her face