True Master Xuan Jian and Ling Xiaoyue conversed using the Thousand-Mile Transmission spell, leaving others only to see them silently looking at each other without hearing a word they said.
The other two True Masters were as serene as meditating monks, while Feng Qin below seemed to be lost in thought, raising her head to look at Fang Zhou with a complex expression in her eyes.
What an outstanding talent, how could he follow the wrong person? Isn't their Heavenly Sword Sect good enough?
After hearing True Master Xuan Jian's words, Ling Xiaoyue laughed heartily: "Born a scoundrel? This kid really is a scoundrel, but I have no plans to replace my disciple just yet. When I get tired of him, we'll talk. I just wonder if you would accept second-hand goods then—ah, why are you pinching me?"
Ling Xiaoyue turned her head and glared at Fang Zhou.
Fang Zhou maintained a polite and humble expression, calmly withdrawing his hand, thinking to himself that she was the real second-hand good.
