As Su Yu's voice rang out, Hu Yan Niang and the others also looked towards the riot of nature's spiritual energy in front.
When they saw Luo Qingtong's silhouette appear, their eyes brimmed with tears.
But soon, they also started shouting along with Su Yu.
"Master, quickly leave!"
"Master, don't worry about us!"
Luo Qingtong's figure emerged from the tumultuous spiritual energy ahead.
The youth wielded a sword, black hair cascading down, with a lock of hair slightly floating up, masking half of her brow and eye.
The piercing scarlet in those captivating eyes was sharp like icy swords, fierce like raging blades.
The black robe that might seem too somber and dark on others, on her, exuded an unparalleled charm.
Like a stunning Asura emerging from the depths of purgatory, her aura alone was enough to mesmerize and intimidate all present!
"Master!"
"Don't say a word, back off!"
Luo Qingtong's voice was icy.
