Looking at Wang Xian's skin-and-bones appearance, Donghuang Shuyu jumped in fright.
She reached out to touch his little face, but Wang Xian dodged to the side.
He grinned at her. "Heh heh, I just ran into a few monsters yesterday. They nearly scared me to death. Don't be scared, Senior Sister..."
Wang Xian took a flatbread and pressed it into his senior sister's hand, then gently shook his head.
He wondered how merely practicing the Undying Scripture could have made him look like a corpse after just one night.
Donghuang Shuyu was frightened at first, then grew angry.
She grabbed his ear and shouted, "Going to the Sword Sect was so much fun, and you didn't take me along! You made me come to the Kunlun Mirror, and I nearly died in the hands of monsters!"
Wang Xian gently slipped free of her devilish clutches.
He gave a bitter smile. "It's a good thing you didn't come with me to the Sword Sect. I pushed the young elites of the Four Great Sects to fight for their lives, and I nearly died beneath an elder of Hundred Flowers Valley's palm..."
It took Wang Xian a while to briefly recount what had happened to him at the Sword Sect.
Donghuang Shuyu listened, dumbstruck, cursing nonstop as she did.
"You actually offended the Four Great Sects, Junior Brother, not to mention Hundred Flowers Valley. You're a madman!"
Wang Xian shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "It's a pity Master isn't here. I don't have any wine."
"Why?" Donghuang Shuyu asked.
Wang Xian thought for a moment, then replied, "Because usually, Master won't let me drink. He says he doesn't have any Spirit Stones."
Donghuang Shuyu was at a loss for words.
It wasn't just Master. She was broke, too.