. He chuckled self-deprecatingly, the light in his eyes quickly fading, leaving only lifelessness.The Crimson Flame Sword stabbed into empty air, its power waning without a wielder. It clattered again...lowered his head and looked. Sure enough, he was now in mid-air, with a lush green meadow beneath him. The meadow was dotted with yellow and white wildflowers, teeming with life."Never meet Dongyang...
Chapter 1235: Plot