A woman stood on her sword in midair.

It was Lu Wan’er, of course.

Lu Wan’er was wearing a light green dress, and it was studded by sword shaped lotuses. They emanated faint strands of sword intent, and it seemed sharp yet didn’t diminish the elegance of her dress. Besides that, her waist was bound tightly by a green sash. As the wind blew against her while she stood on her sword, her green dress clung closely to her delicate figure, causing her slender and graceful figure to be vividly displayed. It was an extremely moving sight.

Compared to how weak and gentle she’d been in the past, she seemed confident and composed now!

Yang Ye had a complicated expression in his eyes as he gazed at her. All those years ago, she was a weak and delicate girl who didn’t even dare to speak loudly. Yet now, she’d grown to become a person who countless geniuses respected.

Lu Wan’er was looking at Yang Ye while countless disciples of the sword school were looking at her, and most of their eyes carried affection that wasn’t concealed at all.

Lu Wan’er was a true proud...