Lin Mo nodded with a bright smile. "Indeed."
Duan Ya's mouth twitched with a grimace. After a long silence, he suddenly blurted out, "Wait a minute, what gives you the right, you little brat? How come all the best things always end up with you?"
Only moments ago, he had declared that the Heavenly Sword would not appear and that the Dark Ice Sword was invincible.
And now, his own disciple had pulled out the Heavenly Sword—wasn't this deliberately slapping him, his master, right across the face?
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