"Let's go, let's fight our way in."
"Yun, let me boost your combat attributes." After a flash of white light, you clearly felt improvements in various aspects.
You kissed Zhao'er on the cheek and said with a smile, "Holding your hand, I'll grow old with you."
Zhao'er didn't say anything more because the feelings between you two were beyond words.
"Roar!" A black monster suddenly leaped in front of the two of you.
"Courting death!" You shouted angrily, swinging your sword with force. The monster was forced to retreat by your strike, suffering a slight injury.
Floating Beasts, Level Sixty, love eating human flesh, especially women.
"I just don't like your puny look, kill!" You attacked with "Wind Roll Moon," but the effect was not very impressive. Only then did you remember that what you held was neither Wind Slasher nor Ming Ye, but the Cold Steel Sword, merely a superior-grade weapon, not even worthy of being called a Ghost instrument.
