"Look. That's where you two will be living from now on."
Qin Ya and Muh Qing looked over to see two somewhat dilapidated pavilions on a cliff's edge, swaying in the wind as if they could collapse at any moment.
Muh Qing glanced at the other disciples' exquisitely crafted, magnificent pavilions, then back at their two. The contrast was like that of a mansion and a thatched hut.
"Are there no other pavilions?"
Although practitioners of Martial Cultivation shouldn't care about such things, it was clear these people were provoking him. Even with his good temper, Muh Qing couldn't help but grow angry.
"Want a better pavilion? Then go take one."
The Kunyun Palace disciple pursed his lips in a disdainful sneer, then turned and left.
Upon hearing this, the corner of Qin Ya's mouth curled up. 'Take one?'
