He Fang Tian Jiao

It was winter now, the moon was dark and the wind was strong. A biting cold wind blew past. A faint light was flowing on Harta body. It was the protective true energy that emanated from his body. He moved forward silently.
In the darkness of night, he activated the Xing Scroll and skillfully entered the Xuantian Holy Land. Then he restrained the aura around him and moved towards the Holy Maiden Peak like a ghost without making the slightest sound.
However, when he reached the foot of Saint...