A bloody storm flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly thought of Song Qingbai who fought desperately with Lei Bao on the stage today.
Humph, you can only blame your bad luck, Song Qingbai!
Afterwards, several elders discussed and appeased the people from other sects who came to participate in the competition before they dispersed.
Su Yimo quietly hid at the door, listening to everyone's discussion, and felt even more malicious in her heart.
It’s all Song Qingbai’s fault. If she hadn’t injured Lei Bao, this kind of thing wouldn’t have happened suddenly. It would have kept my father busy for a while.
When she saw Elder Ziwei leaving, she came up with a plan and quickly chased after him.
In the entire Qingyun Sword Sect, apart from her father, the person who loves her the most should be Elder Ziwei.
I remember that when I was young, Elder Ziwei would always look at me with satisfaction and say that I would become a savior in the future.
After following Elder Ziwei out of the main hall, Su Yimo approached him intimately.
"Elder Ziwei."
"Yi Mo, you've been following me for a long time, what's going on?"
Elder Ziwei has always been serious and never looks at others with a good face, but when he saw Su Yimo, a look of kindness appeared in his eyes.
"Elder Ziwei, you spent the entire night searching for the villain. It must have been exhausting. This is the incense I specially prepared. I hope it will help you overcome your fatigue!"
Su Yimo respectfully took out the incense from the space ring and handed it to Elder Ziwei with both hands.
"Well, Yimo, you are thoughtful!"
Elder Ziwei's expression changed slightly. He looked at the incense in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then put it away.
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