"I, and she, both underestimated your strength."
"She?"
"Master Jian Yi." The Cloud Sea Sword Spirit relayed its master's words in Qiao Wanjun's voice.
"Hehe~" Even Lu Ran, thick-skinned as he was, scratched his head in embarrassment.
Being recognized by Mother was certainly something to be proud of.
"Hehe~" The Cloud Sea Sword Spirit gave a soft laugh.
It was unclear whether the sword spirit had been amused by Lu Ran's expression, or whether it was relaying Qiao Wanjun's chuckle.
Most likely the former.
Lu Ran did not think the Cloud Sea Sword Spirit would imitate his laughter for Qiao Wanjun to hear.
After all, in a sense, the sword spirit was also mom. She was equally reserved—how could she possibly do something like that?
"North Wind God Mountain stood packed with stone statues. They specifically recruited powerful reinforcements and expanded their forces to resist the Ran Sect, yet you still took that mountain with ease," Qiao Wanjun said softly.
"Mm, the Ran Sect does have some strength now." Lu Ran muttered quietly, his smile nearly impossible to suppress.
Don't stop. Praise me some more!
I love hearing it~
"Master Jian Yi looks forward to your future performance."
"Good! This trip, I'm going to take Bloody Dust God Mountain. Once I cut down the Head of the Evil, we'll have far greater capital when we lay our cards on the table with the Gods and Devils Camp. Then I'll come pick you up!" Lu Ran said solemnly.
Upon the divine mountain, Qiao Wanjun wore a veil. Hearing this, she could not help but knit her brows slightly. [You're going to face Blood Skull?]
The Cloud Sea Sword Spirit replied, [Don't worry, mom! Immortal Sheep is holding the line for me. Don't forget the trump card of the Immortal Sheep Sect!