Wuji's Child, Why Aren't You Stabbing Him with Your Sword?!

"Good!"

Just as the gathered heroes were all stunned by Abbess Miejue's sudden move to discipline her own disciple, an ill-timed shout of approval suddenly rang out.

"Clap! Clap!"

Zhang Wuji applauded vigorously. Amid Abbess Miejue's icy stare and Zhou Zhiruo's bewildered expression as she regained her senses, he laughed. "Abbess Miejue truly lives up to her name. You have genuinely achieved the extinction of all emotion. You were even willing to slap and scold your beloved disciple before all these heroes. Impressive, impressive. Since your disciple has now helped me, the son of a demoness, why not uphold righteousness by sacrificing your own? Make an example of her! Let me see how you eradicate evil and defend the righteous path."

"You!"

Abbess Miejue and Zhou Zhiruo's expressions changed at once.

The former felt provoked and roared in fury, while the latter was shocked by Zhang Wuji's unfamiliar coldness. Amid her inward desolation, she realized that he had not remembered her face from that night.

"Hmph! The son of a demoness is still the son of a demoness. At such a young age, you already invite trouble with that sharp tongue."

Abbess Miejue's face was frosty. She quickly calmed herself from her rage. Seeing Zhang Wuji's gleeful look, she knew she must have misunderstood.

This brat definitely did not know Zhou Zhiruo. Otherwise, why would he be clapping and celebrating? Besides, Zhou Zhiruo had only been brought down the mountain in recent years after going up there, while this brat had only just returned from overseas. How could they possibly know one another?

But she had always been domineering, and she was the head of a sect. Even if she knew she was wrong, she would not show it publicly. She merely planned to compensate Zhou Zhiruo afterward.

At that