"Master often pulls a long face. It's not very noticeable, but if you go, you'll know it." Gray Wolf grinned, muttering to himself that even though it's a fact that his master had been neglected and was in a bad mood, he could not reveal his master's secret!
Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows and left with a smile on her lips. Reaching the martial training ground, she saw the black-robed Xuanyuan Mo Ze practising with his sword.
Her eyes stirred. The next moment, she leapt with a light tap on her toes, searched inside the space for the Qingfeng Sword, then thrust the sword towards him.
As soon as Xuanyuan Mo Ze spotted her arrival from the corner of his eyes, he brandished his sword to block her. A whizzing sound of the airflow was heard and the fierce sword intent pressed on towards Feng Jiu.
"Clang!"
Two swords collided. Sharp clang of metals rang out and sparks flew. The two streams of air met and instantly disappeared without a trace.
