"Heh heh heh..."
The Soul Hall elder's laughter came to an abrupt halt.
At that moment, Shushan Disciple Ling Xuanxiao and his loyal Supreme Emperor Weapon had reunited once more.
Ling Xuanxiao looked at Di Nüfeng.
Di Nüfeng looked at Ling Xuanxiao as well.
At that instant, Ling Xuanxiao's heartstrings trembled slightly.
How did that saying go again? A young man's fluttering heart was the wilderness on a midsummer night—neither cutting nor burning could rid it clean.
When the long wind blew, the wild grass stretched all the way to the sky.
No matter how desperately Ling Xuanxiao tried to suppress it, it was useless.
Of course, when applied to Ling Xuanxiao, it ought to be revised a little.
A young man's fear of weakness was the wilderness on a midsummer night—neither cutting nor burning could rid it clean...
Ling Xuanxiao revealed an awkward yet polite smile, then greeted her like an old friend.
He recalled their previous meeting.
After their parting in the Thousand Lake Desert.
Ling Xuanxiao had left in tears, while Di Nüfeng had been heartbroken beyond measure.
Di Nüfeng said, "Ling Xuanxiao, I will definitely slice you into a thousand pieces!!"
Mm, not a bad way to part.
Both sides had left quite an impression on the other.
The demon cult envoy coughed lightly. "Venerable Master, this is the finest disciple we selected after layer upon layer of screening!!
Come, step forward and properly introduce yourself to Venerable Master. Don't be shy...
You useless little bastard..."
The demon cult envoy glared at Ling Xuanxiao. How had he taught this fellow just now?
He had looked clever, and he had acted clever too.
Why did he fall apart the moment it mattered?
Venerable Master, this man must have been overwhelmed by your beauty and bearing, which was