"Abbess, you're my grandmaster after all. How about you don't rush into attacking just yet?
If these Orthodox Dao disciples aren't a match for me, you can step in and teach me a lesson then.
Otherwise, if Mother finds out, won't she scold me?" Yang Buhui looked at Miejue. Though that was what she said, her tone was thoroughly infuriating.
She still remembered how her mother had nearly died beneath that old nun's palm.
"You insolent brat! You may be young, but your mouth is certainly big!" Miejue flew into a rage and drew the Heaven Sword at once.
For a time, Yang Buhui, relying on the martial arts of the Nine Yin Manual, fought Miejue, who wielded the Heaven Sword, to a standstill.
Unfortunately, her inner strength was ultimately insufficient, and Zhang Wuji had to intervene in the end.
"Brother Wuji?"
"Little Sister Buhui, rest for now!"
At the mountain peak, Gu Hui looked across at several people on the opposite summit, who were also watching the battle below.
There was no need to think about it. They were the fishermen waiting to profit from the six major sects' siege of Bright Summit.
"Master, you really were here!" Sensing two approaching auras behind him, Gu Hui could not even be bothered to turn around before knowing who they were.
"Patriarch!"
"Why are you here?"
Guo Xiang said helplessly, "I didn't want to come either, but Xiaofu was worried about her daughter and husband, so I came along with her.
I just didn't expect you to be here. I thought you had gone back with Mistress."
"Why would I go back? You know full well that your master is a wandering sort. Even if I have a home, I rarely return and spend all year drifting outside.
If your