After Tan Bazhang and Junior Sister Ji married, Liu Xiaolou formally took Zhu Lingzi under his wing and fulfilled his duties as her master.
"Now that you have entered my school, you must naturally learn my arts. My teachings are the Three Xuan Scripture, the Yellow Dragon Sword Art, and formations. Tell me yourself—which do you wish to learn?"
"I will listen to my master in all things. Whatever my master teaches me, I will learn."
"...To be honest, your aptitude is not suited for cultivating the sword path. Becoming a Sword Cultivator would be rather difficult. As for the Three— Feiyang felt not the slightest joy that Murong Qiufeng had defied Shangguan Ye for his sake. Instead, his mood worsened all the more.
There were three lines, yet each was thick and sturdy, far thicker than his own seven lines. Seeing this, Lin Fan seemed to gain some understanding. He raised his head to look at his teacher, his gaze full of inquiry.
Gradually, more and more people gathered around. With so many people, the clamor they stirred up grew louder as well, creating a rather spectacular sight.
Something came up with the temporary army, so Huangfu Mo did not personally send Fang Mengbao to the Western Eagle Prince's manor. Still, he instructed several servants to escort her there safely before hurrying out the door.
"How can that be? You are my benefactor—I absolutely cannot let you do this!" Ergao suddenly became stubborn.
At that thought, Zhipeng grinned! With practiced ease, he bent the bow and nocked his arrows. The bowstring flashed repeatedly, and three flaming arrows struck Ben Shiluo directly.
For the past three months, she had tried to avoid going to her mother's grave, because she did not wish to see it and think of unhappy things,