A deep voice rose from the sky, and a trace of anger was inadvertently revealed in this voice.
Hearing this, Huang Wushuang smiled lightly: "The punishment for openly disturbing the peace of the Patriarch is not just that simple!"
The body fell on the mountain path, and the sound of Yang's piano sounded on the sword path at some point. Hearing this, Ye Chen raised his head and looked at Xiyue Peak, smiled faintly, and continued to practice hard.
On the Xiyue Peak, Li Shiyue was still dressed in white, with the thin gauze fluttering in the wind. Her long and slender fingers plucked the silver strings, and the sound of the piano drifted out.
"Thankfully, you're okay! Otherwise, I would feel guilty!" Li Shiyue murmured softly, looking at the sword path at Luoxia Peak, with a smile also appearing on the corner of her mouth.