"Hmm?"
Seeing his Sword Qi blocked, Lu Qing raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.
He looked in the direction from which the Sword Qi had come and saw a white figure that had appeared, not knowing when, atop a nearby rooftop.
It was a young-faced man dressed in white, yet with snow-white hair.
Standing with his hands behind his back, his aura was very restrained, almost like that of an ordinary person.
Yet, no one dared to treat him as an ordinary person. To be able to conceal one's aura to such an extent, eluding the senses of all the strong, and silently reaching the rooftop, he couldn't possibly be an ordinary person.
Moreover, upon recognizing the man in white, some couldn't help but exclaim, "The Third Saint!"
"What, this man is a Saint?"
"Indeed, I thought so. With such a commotion in the city, how could the three Saints not be alerted?"
"It seems Master Xuanming is going to escape disaster this time."
