Dao Wushuang came to the blue-clad young man's side, draped an arm over his shoulder, and was about to pull him elsewhere.
"Wait."
At that moment, Zhou Qingran suddenly spoke from not far away. She stared at the blue-clad young man. "Dao Wushuang may leave, but you must stay!"
The blue-clad young man smiled faintly. "Why?"
Zhou Qingran slowly raised the Ice Blue Longsword. Her blue hair fluttered, her snow-white robes danced, and towering immortal radiance surged around her. "Your people robbed my disciple. Now that I've encountered you today, you won't be leaving!"
At this, Dao Wushuang's lips curled up. "Fellow Daoist, your people are as bold as ever. You even refuse to spare the prodigies of the Three Thousand Dao Domains."
The blue-clad young man chuckled. "There's no helping it. You have far too many treasures on you. We simply can't control ourselves."
"Ha ha." Hearing the blue-clad young man's blunt words, Dao Wushuang threw back his head and laughed. He felt that the blue-clad young man's reasoning was perfect—there was no way to refute it.
Indeed, compared to the myriad heavens, whether it was the Imperial Court from that place or the Celestial Pivot Academy from the Three Thousand Dao Domains, both were too wealthy, like fat sheep awaiting slaughter.
However, upon hearing Hua Yunfei's words, Zhou Qingran narrowed her eyes and instantly slashed out with her sword. In an instant, a heaven-shaking sword light lit up this world, illuminating past and present.
The blue-clad young man and Dao Wushuang were standing together, so on the surface, this strike appeared to be attacking both of them at once.
"Fellow Daoist, I've been dragged into this because of you. You must protect me well."
Dao Wushuang grinned, then actually shrank directly behind the blue-clad young man.
"Don't worry.