"Get out!"
"All of you, get out!"
"Are you ever going to stop?"
"Half a year!"
"You've been staying here for half a year now?"
"You're not taking care of the sect's affairs?"
"You're not taking care of the disciples' cultivation?"
"Why don't you just disband right here and now!"
To cultivators, half a year was nothing. But for Cao Moheng, those six months had been absolute torture.
This bunch refused to leave, day after day. They ate his food and drank his wine, then had the nerve to nitpick and complain.
Cao Moheng had spent every day grinding his teeth in frustration. If he could've beaten them, he would've attacked long ago.
"Look at you. It's been all these years, and you still can't change that temper of yours?"
"We were worried you'd be lonely, so we kept you company."
"Bullshit! You're not here to keep me company. You're waiting for Master, aren't you?"
"Do you think I'm an idiot?"
"We can't help it. Master stayed at your Sword Wielding Peak. Besides, you hid the news of Master's return from us back then. We still haven't settled the score with you, so what are you yelling about?"
Hearing that, Cao Moheng knew he was in the wrong. He said angrily, "Fine, fine! Eat, then! Eat yourselves to death, you bastards!"
"Enough. Look at you, being so stingy."
"Mistress and the others have finished cultivating. Should we go pay our respects?"
"Mm... Let's go pay our respects."
"I'm curious, too. How did they manage to break through to such a realm in just half a year?"
In half a year, Mu Yunyao had actually raised her cultivation all the way to the peak of the Quasi-God Realm.
The peak of the Quasi-God Realm!
In just half a year, she'd crossed