Zhang Nian's face turned crimson instantly, akin to a ripe tomato. She nibbled on her lips, wanting to argue but found herself at a loss for words, looking just like a child caught doing something wrong.
It was a while before she stamped her foot playfully, softly saying, "Master, you always tease your disciple. My heart is sincere, how could you misinterpret it this way?"
Despite her words, the timid sparkle and the hidden anticipation in her eyes did not escape Xu Wendong's notice.
Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, it was the dawn of the next day.
Xu Wendong, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his deep-set eyes, a flash of excitement in his gaze, as he sensed a powerful aura rapidly approaching.
Soon.
Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable, leading his disciples, arrived at the foot of Wolong Mountain like a dark cloud blotting out the sun.
