Perhaps this is the constitution of immortals, whose words become law.
What you say, you get.
The dark cloud stopped when it reached Wu Er's head.
Of course, the clouds stopped, but the snow did not.
Large, feather-like snowflakes fell on Wu Er's head, and then the howling north wind blew them away.
A song should be played now...
Snowflakes fluttered, the north wind howled, and the world was shrouded in a vast expanse of white.
Thinking about it, it's quite fitting for the occasion.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Han Qingxiu looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, somewhat puzzled.
The sky was clear just a moment ago, but now it's snowing. And these clouds are quite unique, staying only directly above their heads.
Wu Er shook his head, shaking off all the snow from his body.
Although he was dressed in all white, if snow were sprinkled on top of him, making it even whiter, it would still feel awkward.
"Ugh, a troublesome person... no, a troublesome demon."
Wu Er looked at the clouds and said this.
Troublesome demon?
Han Qingxiu still didn't quite understand.
The dark cloud sprinkled snow over their heads for a while, then stopped.
"Who do we have here? I just visited your home a few days ago, and you're here today?"
A muffled sound came, just like last time, carrying the unique pressure of a demon saint.
It sounded like thunder, with a hint of frost in it.
Wu Er was used to this sound, because other demon saints and immortals always did this, making such grand gestures all the time.
It's fine in this deserted place, but if it were in a crowded place, it would cause chaos.
I can't sleep even with the windows closed.
For example, Han Qingxiu was a victim of the demon saint's ostentatious display.
She was gritting her teeth and covering her ears, her face pale; it was clear she couldn't stand the noise.
Indeed, Han Qingxiu's current expression is somewhat like... that of an author who can't sleep because of the noise from the loudspeakers of the square dancing aunties downstairs.
Seeing that his apprentice couldn't take it, the master naturally became the disciple.
"If you happen to be passing by and wish to entertain guests, please come down and tell me."
Wu Er said this to the sky.
But Bai Xiong wouldn't back down just because of those words. Given the demon saint's warlike and rebellious nature, the more Wu Er said that, the less Bai Xiong would do it.
"What? This is my territory, why should I surrender?"
It was another thunderous sound.
I don't know if it was intentional to provoke Wu Er, but this time the voice was much louder.
The sound waves hit the ground, creating a white wave that thinned the white snow blanket.
"Tsk..."
Seeing how loud the noise was, Wu Er looked at his apprentice.
Han Qingxiu was still covering her ears and gritting her teeth. Her face was even paler, and her body was trembling violently. She was probably about to collapse to the ground.
"That polar bear has no sense of propriety."
Wu Er muttered something under his breath, then strode over to Han Qingxiu's side.
"Xiuer, hold your breath and concentrate. It's just a demon saint. There's nothing to be afraid of."
Wu Er gently channeled some magic power and soothed Han Qingxiu's shaken heart with a gentle voice before letting out a breath.
Actually, the sound itself isn't that great; its main power lies in its ability to shake a person's Dao heart.
Especially this great white bear, every sound it made was filled with fighting spirit. Han Qingxiu was only a Golden Core cultivator, so she definitely couldn't stand the sound.
"Oh? This is your disciple? His aura is too weak; I didn't even sense it."
The white fiend in the sky spoke again.
"Alright, come down here and let's talk!"
This time, Wu Er was slightly angry, so he also made a sound.
This time, the voice carried the pressure of an immortal, pointing towards the sky like a sword beam.
The two waves of sound collided, and the pressure within them also collided, thus canceling each other out.
After the two waves of sound canceled each other out, the world seemed to fall silent.
"They really are protective of their own."
Bai Xiong spoke again, but his voice was soft and contained no imposing force.
Protecting one's own?
That's certainly true; Wu Er has always been very protective of his own.
He used to protect his junior brothers and sisters, so naturally he has to protect his disciples now.
After Bai Xiong finished speaking, he dispersed the dark clouds that filled the sky and then descended from the heavens.
Even though it had withdrawn its power, the commotion caused by Bai Xiong's landing was still considerable.
After all, a muscle lump like that, with such a large size, would definitely make some noise when it hits the ground.
Wu Er saw Bai Xiong land but did not say anything.
Bai Xiong then said, "Are you angry? Because of your...disciple?"
Upon hearing this, Wu Er replied, "What's it to you?"
"What's it to you?" Bai Xiong punched his chest. "You're angry, so you want to fight. If you want to fight, then I'll have some fun."
Sure enough, this Bai Xiong still had the mindset of a brute.
To this arrogant brute, Wu Er naturally retorted sarcastically, "Is that so? But do you dare? If you dare, then who was the one who ran away from Pengshan back then?"
These words effectively shut up the brute, and Bai Xiong even subconsciously touched his chest.
There are old wounds there.
Because it's the truth, and when faced with the truth, a guy like Bai Xiong, whose brain is all muscles, won't try to find reasons to defend himself.
However, when this brute saw Wu Er, he felt awkward not to speak.
So Bai Xiong tried to change the subject.
"Oh, by the way, is this your apprentice?"
Although it was a loud turn, it was already quite an achievement for Bai Xiong.
Wu Er naturally wanted to give the Demon Saint a way out, so he didn't mention the incident in front of Pengshan Mountain, and instead nodded in agreement, "Mm."
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