"By not killing you or taking back your cultivation, I have already shown regard for our past bond as master and disciple."
"Our bond as master and disciple ends today. Conduct yourself well!"
Before her words had faded, Mu Yanyan shot into the sky and vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.
On the ground, Meng Chenyu wailed.
After leaving, Mu Yanyan did not immediately seek out Zuo Xiaonian and the others. Instead, she concealed herself among the clouds and mist, remaining silent for a long time before wiping her eyes and emerging.
Mu Yanyan had known from the start why Meng Chenyu had come to her this time, yet she had clung to one last thread of hope: had she been deceived? Had she been too foolish and been taken in? Did she know nothing of how the whole affair had begun or why? Had she never harbored murderous intentions toward Zuo Xiaonian or sought to take her place?
This meeting could be considered a farewell to Meng Chenyu, as well as an answer Mu Yanyan owed herself.
But now, there was only utter disappointment, disgust, and loathing!
Zuo Xiaoduo was currently in the Gravity Room, holding two blocks of Star Iron weighing over eight thousand jin and performing various movements: level lifts, swings, downward smashes, reverse strikes... the variations were many and far from limited to these.
After a bout of training, Zuo Xiaoduo discovered, dejectedly, that he seemed to have overestimated himself a little.
Of the two hammers he had asked Wu Tiejiang to forge, each would weigh nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine jin. It seemed... he was courting death-they were simply too heavy, far beyond what he could handle.
Being able to lift something weighing two hundred jin with one