Lord Wuling, who was watering flowers at Wuya Sword Sect, sneezed yet again. "Hmm? Which disciple is missing me this time?"
He rubbed the tip of his nose, looked toward the horizon, and fixed his gaze on a patch of colorful clouds. He muttered to himself, "Honestly, even if it's all to temper little Xiaoyu, tossing such a massive lethal weapon as the Killing Demon onto her while running off to Qingxiao Sect yourself is just too much."
"Good thing my little disciple is as clever as snow and figured out a way to drag a wisp of my divine sense along."
Chapter 201