C72 Arriving Late

The palm strike was ferociously powerful, yet it remained focused, shooting straight through the doorway and severing the sword energy unleashed by Qi Xiao's two fingers.

Qi Xiao's brow furrowed as he turned to see a familiar face.

Tang Yinkun approached, clad in a black robe with simple trim and old cloth shoes, his steps leaving no trace of blood. His expression, however