"Why didn't Master confirm whether Wei Shu was dead before leaving in such a hurry?"
Zhiwei, who had advanced to the late stage of Qi Cultivation, stood on a flying sword. Though her figure was still somewhat unsteady, she could now keep a stable pace about ten feet behind Chen Ye.
The little girl had long studied the Cyan Wave Sword Control Technique, so sword control was naturally a piece of cake for her.
Her black hair fluttered lightly in the rushing wind, and her small palm-sized face showed no emotion, her voice cold and indifferent.
Chen Ye looked at her and felt uncomfortable, wishing she was still the soft and coquettish Zhiwei he was fond of.
What a troublesome big girl!
Did she take the wrong medicine lately?
Always acting cold and distant with her Master.
Chen Ye pretended to speak in a low tone, "Zhiwei, a true man never looks back at an explosion."
The words sounded out of place, an old joke he occasionally heard in his previous life.
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