Little Zhang Exposed! Old Zhang Protects His Cub!

"Disobedient disciple! Why aren't you drawing your sword and stabbing this thief at once!?"

Abbess Miejue's stern shout struck Zhou Zhiruo's heart like a heavy hammer, making her heartbeat seem to ring with a deafening toll.

The color drained from Zhou Zhiruo's delicate, beautiful face in an instant as she looked pitifully at Zhang Wuji.

Now that he had finally acknowledged her, she was so overjoyed that she foolishly regarded his earlier refusal to recognize her as an act of protection, just like when he had unhesitatingly saved her before.

Yet now that she had stepped forward of her own accord, there truly was no turning back. Her master's harsh rebuke had pushed her to the edge of a cliff.

The sword in her hand began to tremble lightly. Zhou Zhiruo stared waveringly at Zhang Wuji, her hesitant and pitiful appearance igniting a frenzy of jealousy in Song Qingshu, who lay prone on the ground. At the same time, immense courage to defy her master's orders arose within Zhou Zhiruo.

"Disobedient disciple!! Stab him now!"

Abbess Miejue's shrill rebuke came again like an urgent warning bell, completely scattering the last trace of courage in Zhou Zhiruo's heart.

"A master's order cannot be disobeyed!"

Tears streamed down Zhou Zhiruo's face as she gritted her teeth and cried out. She rushed forward, shut her eyes, and blindly stabbed her sword toward Zhang Wuji's chest at point-blank range.

"Good disciple!"

Abbess Miejue watched Zhou Zhiruo's sword flash with delighted satisfaction. When she saw Zhang Wuji's youthful face shift from joy at seeing an old acquaintance to astonishment and disappointment, a wave of pleasure and relief rose in her heart.

Song Qingshu, prone on the ground, was even more gleeful. He nearly cheered madly in his heart, wishing Zhou Zhiruo's sword would pierce straight