Chapter 963: Put on Your Mask

cross-legged, his Pán Shān Dao resting on his knee. His hands gripped the hilt, palms facing upwards. With each inhale and exhale, his mind and spirit resonated with the blade.>It has been three days... flew, and the violent force sent a jolt of numbness through the body cultivator's arm.This power… it's not right!His heart pounded wildly. What had he gotten himself into He thought this was an easy...