Lingzhou Yue had been just about to go back inside, but the moment she heard there was a good show to watch, she came back with the Wine Bamboo Tube in hand, sitting cross-legged on Pine Root with the air of an elder serving as judge.
Off to the side, Chunwa and Qiuchan sat one behind the other astride Orange Cat, the size difference between the three of them achieving the proportions of horse and rider as one.
The autumn light was warm and mellow, rosy clouds filled the morning sky, and the atmosphere looked relaxed and carefree.
But on Sword Plaza, with the morning breeze drifting through, the mood was still somewhat solemn.
Xiao Ran walked up to Chuyan and patted her little dog head. It was not that he especially liked head-pat kills; Chuyan was simply too short, and her pretty little head happened to be right where his hand naturally lifted.
If he could pat it, why not?
"You've already mastered the Sewing Needle Sword Art. I no longer have anything I can guide you on."
Chuyan gritted her teeth and endured Xiao Ran's head-pat kill, all so she could witness the beautiful sight of Xiao Ran faceplanting for a second time a moment later.
As for her, being one of the top two combat powers on Sword-Wielding Mountain, she would stand there proudly.
"Your disciple still has some third-rate sword arts I used to cultivate on Little Qiong Peak. I'd like Master to give me a pointer or two. If they're too awful, I can just discard them."
That was what she said, but what she was thinking was that she would use these third-rate sword arts to make this Master, who took advantage of her every day, eat the dirt and kneel beneath her white