The Beauty’s Blade

That woman was a beautiful one.

That sword was a good one.

In jianghu, there were very many people that walked into Fu Wanqing’s line of sight, yet there was only one person that had truly fallen into her heart.

The Whitepath Alliance? The Head of the Demonic Creed? She didn’t care about those things one bit.

She wanted that sword, and the beauty wielding it even more so.