Wang Wu's voice exploded beside Wang Lu's ear like a thunderclap. Wang Lu shuddered all over and nearly dropped the Chengying Sword in his hand. He coughed dryly, turned around, and plastered on a fawning smile. "Fifth Elder, what brings you here? Your disciple was just sparring with Wen Bao and Junior Brother Xuan Mo."
Wang Wu narrowed her eyes and looked Wang Lu up and down before letting out a cold laugh. "Sparring? I think your skin's itching, and you want me to loosen your bones for you."
Seeing this, Wen Bao and Xuan Mo tactfully retreated to the side and silently prayed for Wang Lu. Wen Bao hunched his neck and muttered, "Senior Brother is doomed this time..." Xuan Mo, meanwhile, watched with keen interest. After all, scenes of a master disciplining her disciple weren't something one got to see every day.
Wang Lu's eyes darted around, and he hurriedly said, "Let me explain! That old bastard Liu Xian framed me! He secretly replaced your wine with..."
"With what? Urine? Do you take me for an idiot?" Wang Wu cut him off and grabbed him by the ear. "Quit playing dumb! You think I don't know your little tricks? You just wanted revenge for me sending you to Misty Peak, didn't you?"
Wang Lu grimaced in pain but didn't dare resist. He could only beg for mercy repeatedly. "Elder, spare me! Your disciple knows his mistake! I won't dare do it again!"
"Hmph! It's good that you know you were wrong!" Wang Wu released Wang Lu's ear and glared at him fiercely. "If you try anything like this again, just see what I'll do to you!"
"Yes, yes, yes. Your disciple will remember your teachings." Wang Lu rubbed his ear, looking thoroughly aggrieved.
Wang Wu swept her gaze