Madam Huaying glanced at Luo Qing. Seeing her expression as cold as an iceberg, she sighed inwardly. Ever since the battle at Sky Sword Mountain, Lu Xiaotian had once again made a name for himself throughout Wangyue. After forming his Nascent Soul, he had killed Jie Wuyai of the Tribulation Life Sect yet again, carving out quite a reputation even among Nascent Soul Cultivators.
As for Lu Xiaotian's exploits, not only were the low-level cultivators endlessly fond of discussing them—even cultivators like them, who were Nascent Soul Cultivators, were by no means unfamiliar with them.
The two who had once seemed quite likely to come together had probably drifted farther and farther apart by now. Madam Huaying felt somewhat envious of Luo Qing. If she had not encountered that faithless man, and could have been like Luo Qing, perhaps she would not still be alone and solitary to this day.
Putting those thoughts away, Madam Huaying gave a light shout. The flying jade hairpin split into two, one striking at the white-shadowed female vengeful ghost, while the other stabbed toward the black ghost king with golden characters.
At the same time, Madam Huaying kept a close eye on Lu Xiaotian's side. The two of them were fighting farther and farther away, yet Lu Xiaotian had actually withstood that mid-stage Ghost King monster with a human head and a snake's body. He had not fallen behind at all for the moment. She could not help marveling inwardly. She had not witnessed Lu Xiaotian's battle with the Cave Ape Ghost King herself, and afterward there had been no shortage of speculation. Only now did she truly get to see Lu Xiaotian's methods.
Seeing that Lu Xiaotian showed no sign of defeat, Madam Huaying's heart settled. That human-headed, snake-bodied ghost creature was no