"Ahem, well, Fairy Shang, you've come out of seclusion?"
Xiang Yuan braced both hands against the raised platform. Under Shang Qingmeng's burning gaze, he grew terribly embarrassed, his pretty face flushing as he changed the subject. "Congratulations, Fairy. Your cultivation has reached perfection, you have successfully attained the Integration Realm, and you are one step closer to immortality. One day, you will enjoy immortal blessings forever—what joy!"
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Attempting to muddle through by acting cute.
The result was predictable. Shang Qingmeng had heard with her own ears that, while she was in seclusion, that wretched maid had dallied with Xiang Yuan right over her head. Finding the audience too small, she had even dragged in that stinking A Ping and Qin Zhaorong to watch.
And today, she had seen it with her own eyes: Xiang Yuan had stripped and bathed the moment he entered, intending to do some merry things with that wretched maid.
Caught red-handed—how could she allow him to twist words and deny it!
Shang Qingmeng raised a hand, seized Xiang Yuan by the hair, and yanked him up in a blaze of fury. "You came at the wrong time. That wretched maid Su Ran is no longer in Sword Heart Studio."
"No way, you really offed the Sword Venerable?"
"I wanted to. She ran too fast—I couldn't catch her."
Shang Qingmeng looked thoroughly indignant as she explained what had happened that day. Xiang Yuan listened with immense regret. If only he had arrived two days earlier, he could have seen the spectacle.
Now, Sword Venerable Su Ran's whereabouts were unknown, while the position of sect master had been claimed by Shang Qingmeng.
Even as Xiang Yuan regretted it, thunder seemed to roll through his mind. It was all utterly unbelievable. Only Sword Heart Studio could produce something