"Hmph~" After Qian Tian's figure disappeared from sight, Zhen Jie also let out a cold snort. His gaze circled Xiao Hua several times before falling on Wu Nai. Though his eyes were like blades, there was nothing he could do. With a sweep of his sleeve, he turned and left. Zhen Weisheng naturally followed, while Yan Xuefeng, pale as ashes, trailed after them step by step.
"Hahaha~" Xun Ming cupped his hands and said, "Martial Nephew Wu Nai, you have taken in a fine disciple! Even Senior Brother Qian Tian praised him! Congratulations!"
Wu Nai's face reddened as he returned the salute. "I dare not. Martial Uncle Xun, you make me laugh! They were merely shameful tricks, a victory won unfairly!"
"Won unfairly?" A thoughtful smile appeared on Xun Shu's face. She said nothing further, merely nodded faintly at Xiao Hua before leading Xun Shu and Xue Xue away. Xue Xue's eyes brimmed with longing and reluctance, yet she still went farther and farther away.
Zhen Mo and the others also exchanged a few words with Wu Nai and Zhuo[***], then left with their own disciples. Before the Hall of Life and Death, only the Myriad Thunder Valley disciples remained!
Xiao Hua held the Prajna Heavy Sword in one hand and the jade token he had won in the other. Looking at Wu Nai, he smiled. "Master, I won!"
"Junior Brother Xiao truly is formidable, his fierceness undiminished from those days!" Seeing that Wu Nai's expression was somewhat off, Xiangyang immediately said, "Even if I faced Junior Brother Xiao now, I fear I would be tied hand and foot!"
"Hmph!" Wu Nai's face had already been gloomy. Now he rolled his eyes, swept a glance over Xiangyang, then looked at Xiao Hua and sneered. "This old man had thought that