The Master's Sword Dao... so terrifying...
How did I end up with such a Master?
Mu Qingyue walked out of the pavilion, Lu Jin'an let out a breath, sitting back into the soft chair, while Pei Wanyu immediately leaned in teasingly, "Good disciple, why do I feel like you're playing yourself?"
"That's true." Lu Jin'an didn't deny it, "Senior Sister's plan... hmm, it succeeded."
"Heh~" Pei Wanyu chuckled softly, "So, that means she's even better, huh."
Lu Jin'an smiled and then looked at Huang Ningshang, "Clan Leader Phoenix, the Sword Immortal ceremony isn't over yet."
Huang Ningshang snapped back to reality, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Still, still need to act?"
"To start well and finish well."
Huang Ningshang rolled her eyes, but she had to admit, this feeling... was a bit intriguing.
Hmm?
As this thought just emerged, Huang Ningshang's gaze froze, could she be like Qingyue???
Otherwise, how could she feel being oppressed played out well?
Phooey, phooey, phooey...
