Xuanxiao's face darkened. "What is he, and what level am I at? Why would I learn from him? That was going too far." With that, Xuanxiao immediately tried to disappear, muttering, "Hmph, Mo'er has probably broadened his horizons. Never mind, I'll go over and have a chat with the World Consciousness there."
But before he could disappear, Luohu immobilized him. "Stop. Don't run around. You're not allowed to go over there. The boy finally has a chance to train, so why are you going to help him?"
Xuanxiao helplessly nodded. "Madam, fine, I won't go. Also, you just love joking around. I'm nothing like Shen Jingzhou. You expect me to turn into Zhunti for some treasure? I wouldn't agree even if it were a Chaos Spiritual Treasure."
Luohu gave an awkward laugh. "This Demon Ancestor speaks without restraint. So what?" Then he rubbed his fists together, looking as if he would beat Xuanxiao up if he said another word.
Xuanxiao quickly shook his head. "It's nothing, it's nothing. Let's watch the water mirror first." What he was really thinking was: Well, that's only because I can't beat you. If I could beat you, today I would... Forget it. It's impossible for me to beat you anyway. Damn this author. Hundreds of chapters in, and I still can't beat my wife.
Back in the water mirror, Xuan Mo muttered a few words. Seeing that Shen Jingzhou was unwilling to show him the sword, he gave up and continued toward the next level of the Ascending Heaven Pavilion. As soon as he reached the floor, his face darkened. "What the hell? A lightning-type cultivation technique? You're actually an expert guarding the Ascending Heaven Pavilion?"
A white-haired middle-aged man nodded, lightning flickering in his hand. "I am Lei Yunhe, one of the Ascending