Bingwei and Bingwu's legs trembled when they saw Xue Shilou. They could've cried.
Although they were both late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivators and could dominate anyone below the Body Integration Realm if they joined forces, Xue Shilou was a sword cultivator who could match those in the Body Integration Realm!
They'd heard he could hold his own against early-stage Body Integration cultivators. There were even rumors that he'd fought a demon king without either side winning—and hadn't suffered so much as a scratch!
If Xue Shilou struck them with one sword blow, they'd be gravely wounded at best!
Why was Xue Shilou here, and why was he holding a rake?
Bingwei and Bingwu pulled nails and hammers from their storage rings and set to work repairing the door with a clatter.
As trusted aides of the Ice Flood Dragon Clan's patriarch, the two were skilled in everything from murder and arson to mending doors and patching shoes.
With Xue Shilou watching over them, they didn't dare pass off ordinary lumber as good material. Heartbroken, they hollowed out a Dragonblood Wood trunk, carved it into a door, and installed it.
Dragonblood Wood was an excellent material, even for refining Spirit Transformation-grade treasures.
"Teacher Xue, please carry on with your lesson. We won't disturb you."
Bingwei and Bingwu hunched their necks and bowed low as they backed out of the martial arts school.
They left the school and Mucheng City, and, ignoring the astonished looks from passersby, transformed into flood dragons and fled at full speed.
The Ice Flood Dragon Clan's patriarch coiled around an ice pillar, exuding authority without even needing to show his anger. In the Ice Flood Dragon Clan, he was the heavens themselves.
He listened to the report from his two good-for-nothing subordinates, his expression souring. "You're saying