Jiang Jingyi and Murong Ziyan arrived one after the other at the encampment on the outskirts of the small town.
At that moment, Qiu and the others were still wearing chains, standing in a neat row as they listened to Meng Yutong lecture them.
Meng Yutong held the Soul-Striking Whip in hand, looking so arrogant and high-and-mighty that if she entered the annual best slave master contest, Jiang Jingyi would be the first to vote for her.
"Supreme, look, just look at that arrogant manner of Meng Yutong's. Back when I was a maid in the Green Pavilion Sect, she never missed a chance to throw her weight around!"
"Anyone who didn't know better would think she was the one who found a way to suppress them!"
"Hmph!" Jiang Jingyi gave a light snort and said nothing more, walking straight over. Very quickly, she drew the attention of Meng Yutong and the others. "Fellow Daoist Meng, you are in fine spirits. I heard you intend to take the four of them as slaves?"
"Murong Yi, you... you came out. How is my disciple?"
"He is fine. In less than two days, he will be fully recovered. If you are worried, you can go see him now," Jiang Jingyi replied.
After Yun Yao and the others heard this, they exchanged glances.
Duan Shuyun took the initiative to speak. "Then Master, we will go visit Junior Brother first!"
"You continue lecturing them!"
Meng Yutong glanced at Big Senior and the other two as they slipped away, her expression intriguing. Then she looked at Jiang Jingyi and said, "Since our Heng'er has already recovered, Murong Yi, there is nothing for you to do here."
"In a few days, we master and disciples will set off for the Eastern Continent. The Female Emperor said