Watching Xu Qingtong and his master walk away, Dongfang Jin furiously smashed the teacup in his hand onto the ground. "They'll be the death of me! A pair of foul, stubborn bastards!"
On the way back, Xu Qingtong could no longer hold back his tears. Choking with sobs, he said, "Master, your disciple has caused you trouble!"
Yu Tiancheng patted his shoulder without a word, then mounted his flying sword and flew toward Swallowtail Peak.
Xu Qingtong returned to his cave abode and sat on the stone couch, a jumble of flavors churning in his heart. He had never imagined that Chai Long could be so deeply calculating, hatching another scheme as soon as the first failed.
Xu Qingtong could still accept having been ambushed by a scheme the first time, but being plotted against a second time went a little beyond his limits.
If I get the chance, I will rid myself of Chai Long! Xu Qingtong vowed fiercely to himself.
Ah! Master has been dragged into this because of me! For my sake, he was even willing to defect from the sect. I, Xu Qingtong, will remember this kindness forever!
The Autumn Sword-Tournament! I will make the top five and show that old bastard Dongfang Jin that I'm no pushover! Xu Qingtong had originally had no intention of entering the Autumn Sword-Tournament. He now saw fame and fortune for what they were. Before absolute strength, fame and fortune were nothing but passing clouds!
But for Hui'er's sake, he still had to give it his all.
There were still seven months until the Autumn Sword-Tournament. Xu Qingtong considered his situation. He had only just advanced to the eighth layer of Qi Refining, and his chances of advancing another layer in the short term were slim. Even if he could