"Wanxue, please accept it."
Su Wanxue was about to refuse, but Su Wanqing quickly said, "Sister, just take it. I really don't like it."
Su Wanxue slightly opened her mouth, had no choice but to accept it, and said, "Thank you, Brother Qiyu. Thank you, Sister Wanqing."
Su Wanqing smiled, showing no signs of regret or disappointment.
At this moment, suddenly there were cries of surprise, followed by the sound of splashing water.
Su Wanqing's heart tightened. She looked up and saw among the many figures who went to pick the mystical purple laurel, two figures fell down, and someone had already fallen into the sword pool.
"Even those in the Third Level of Immortal Monarch Realm can't pick the mystical purple laurel? Is the Sword Intent that strong?"
"Of course, it's already near the peak there, where the Sword Intent is the strongest."
"So, even if we achieve undefeated records, we can only look on in despair!"
The crowd started to discuss.
