Chapter 1879: The Death of the Lionheart

d he be hereThe sweat on his forehead evaporated quickly. Ying Wujī held his curved saber tightly in his hand, clenching and unclenching it repeatedly. His heart was a maelstrom of conflicting emotion...any other text you'd like me to translate!However, this passive way of cultivation allowed him to refine a large amount of starlight energy in a very short time. Once or twice was fine, but if he did...