Lin Heng had worn Prison Ye's vest with the original intention of sowing discord between him and Qiu.
He had never imagined that people of martial arts would come to hunt him down.
Or perhaps they had come to hunt him down.
Qiu looked deeply at him, her gaze full of venom as she said, "This grudge is settled. This venerable one won't let you off!"
With that, she directly dragged her staggering body and fled toward the rear.
Because Murong Ziyan was already rushing over here, she had no way to kill Lin Heng anymore.
"Young Master Lin, my young lady invites you!"
"Come on!"
"Now?"
"Precisely!"
Lin Heng raised an eyebrow and leaned forward. "Lady Ziyan, from now on, shouldn't you change how you address me to fellow Daoist?"
As everyone knew, the forms of address between cultivators were roughly four types: ant, young friend, fellow Daoist, senior.
If someone's cultivation realm was lower than yours and they had no background, then they were an ant. Of course, if they had a background... then you had to call them young friend.
If their realms were about the same and their status was equal, generally they had to be called fellow Daoist.
Murong Ziyan gritted her teeth and barely squeezed out a smile. "Fine, Fellow Daoist Lin... please come with me!"
"Tsk, tsk! No good. Fellow Daoist Lin doesn't sound as nice as Young Master Lin. You should still call me young master!"
"(╬◣д◢) Lin Heng, hurry the hell up and come with me!!" Murong Ziyan could not hold it in anymore.
"Σ(????)? Why are you getting anxious now!"
Just like that, under everyone's eyes, Lin Heng followed behind Murong Ziyan, trotting along gleefully, and vanished from everyone's sight.
Shadow One, who had been watching the show, wiped the