When the ruler is no ruler and the minister no minister; when the world is no world and people know no order

Swish! Ba Zunan, standing before the Dao Transmission Mirror, whipped around and met Gou Wuyue's equally twitching expression.

The two fell silent.

The awkwardness in their eyes was not faint—it was rather thick!

Very quickly, both turned away at once and pretended nothing had happened as they looked back at the Dao Transmission Mirror.

"Hmm?"

Dao Qiongchang sniffed the suspiciously suggestive scent in the air and looked over skeptically. "What were you two staring at each other for?"

Ba Zunan pressed down Storyteller's hand, which was eagerly pointing at Gou Wuyue, and said calmly, "Nothing."

"There's definitely something!"

Dao Qiongchang sniffed again, his eyes blazing with fervent light.

No one could keep secrets before him, much less hide juicy gossip!

He did not even need to ask. With another glance at Xu Xiaoshou's unruly figure in the Dao Transmission Mirror, he recalled what Xu Xiaoshou had just said...

Dao Qiongchang suppressed a laugh and pointed at Ba Zunan. "Someone... was that you?"

"No."

After receiving the denial, he pointed at Gou Wuyue and covered his mouth as he chuckled. "Was he talking about you?"

"I don't know what nonsense you're babbling about."

These two ancient sword cultivators might as well have come from the same mold! Too calm, too detached, and far too abnormal!

He had definitely guessed right... Dao Qiongchang stamped his feet excitedly, let out several "wows," then swept his gaze over the affection between Ba and Gou before pointing at the Dao Transmission Mirror. "First you two, then them?"

Ba Zunan and Gou Wuyue's faces darkened together.

Dao Qiongchang was not done. Covering his mouth, he continued laughing, his voice brimming with something strange. "The story of the previous generation's Saint Slave and White Robes' ruling master—will the next generation copy it wholesale?"

Ba and Gou's faces