Half a day later, Bai Qingyu was done refining and looked at Ye Qintian with curiosity. But she was deeply shocked within her heart.

“It’s unimaginable that Ye Qingtian’s sword intent is so powerful. My martial intent isn’t weak; I also have a powerful cultivation. But for some reason, I’m weak like paper compared to him, and he can easily stab me with one sword when he opens his eyes.” Bai Qingyu wasn’t a fool. She was the princess of the Bai Clan, and she had seen many geniuses before. She had even interacted with geniuses like the Dao Yang Holy Son.

They were powerful but never made her feel the way Ye Qingtian made her feel. Ye Qingtian was only at the seventh transformation of the Nirvana Stage, but he was so strong it was as though he could even pierce through the sky if he became furious. There was a mist around him that she couldn’t see through. But recalling...