The sky over Xianzhou turned into the golden color of sunset. the streets gradually became more and more empty. a swing of the sword. the blade cut the air with a sharp sound. Jing Yuan was breathing heavily and there were beads of sweat on his face. "Hold on tight! The Cloud Knight will never let go of his weapon and will never allow himself to weaken!" you spoke looking at the young man. "Yes master!" the sword rose into the air with renewed force and descended down cutting the air.