Qiao Feng left impatiently. Not far away, Wuyazi and Wang Yuyan were sharing a deeply affectionate grandfather-granddaughter reunion, making Gu Hui shake his head repeatedly.
Elsewhere, Kang Guangling pulled A Bi aside and questioned her about this and that. Whenever his gaze fell on Gu Hui, it was filled with wariness.
For one thing, his precious disciple was only sixteen or seventeen, while this bargain-basement grand-uncle master was over thirty. It was the classic old bull eating tender grass.
For another, if his precious disciple ended up with this bargain-basement grand-uncle master, things would be plenty chaotic in the future.
They were all people deeply poisoned by feudalism. How could they possibly allow something so contrary to human relations to happen?
"Old Kang, what kind of look is that? Be careful, or I'll have Old Su throw you out of the sect again."
Su Xinghe suffered collateral damage on the side, his face full of helplessness.
"Grand-uncle master, how can you be so casual about something like this?
Besides, judging by the current situation, Ding Chunqiu probably isn't far from finding this place. I think we should move."
Gu Hui shook his head and said disdainfully, "You really are timid as a mouse. One Ding Chunqiu has you fearing him like a tiger.
This is my third brother, Duan Yu. By a stroke of fortune, he obtained a fragment of the Northern Abyss Divine Skill on Mount Wuliang. Senior brother, give him some further guidance, and surpassing some insignificant Ding Chunqiu won't be effortless?"
Wuyazi grumbled, "This kid really is lucky. He's quite handsome too. In that case, he can be considered a member of our sect.
But aren't you making Ding Chunqiu sound too simple?
That traitor's aptitude was quite good. Otherwise, he wouldn't have created the so-called Dissolving