"Clang—clang—clang—"
It would be incredibly satisfying to have a good, exhilarating fight in this freezing weather.
The fighting went on for three days and three nights, until the sky darkened and the earth shrouded in darkness.
The two then stopped.
During this time, the patriarch and his eldest disciple first praised the event, then felt a bit bored and wanted to eat some melon seeds.
Later, I got a little impatient and we even got into a fight.
When the two finished fighting, this glacial land was no longer a vast expanse of white.
Anyone who didn't know better would definitely think this was a mass grave.
The layout of the glacial lands is almost gone, and if the ancestor doesn't return soon, he will expose himself.
But he didn't care at all.
He greeted his grand-disciple with a cheerful smile: "Hahaha, little Wan'er, all my efforts have been worthwhile. You've broken through two levels in a row. Now let's see how smug that old thief Fu Qingli is, hahaha!"
Breaking through two levels in a row means reaching the sixth level.
Ye Wan instantly forgave the old ancestor for capturing her.
His tone was as cheerful as ever: "Thank you, Grandmaster! How have you been these past years?"
The old man's face, which had just been beaming with joy, instantly fell: "Not very good."
Ye Wan patted the old ancestor's shoulder solemnly and comforted him, "It's okay, there's plenty of hardship ahead."
The old ancestor nodded subconsciously, then suddenly realized something was wrong.
What does this mean?
Is this something a grand-disciple should say?
Su Hanjiang took Ye Wan's hand off the ancestor's shoulder and held it in his own, causing the ancestor's heart to stir slightly.
He thought his young apprentice was going to speak up for him.
I was ready to say it's okay.
Why would he hold a grudge against his grand-disciple?
But Su Hanjiang said, "Wan'er, aren't you in the wrong order of concern?"
"Elders are respected, I didn't..." Ye Wan stopped mid-sentence, noticing Su Hanjiang's unpleasant expression, and wisely changed her words, "Wrong... it's Master who is respected, and the respected one comes first."
This answer was clearly intended to please Su Hanjiang.
The large hand holding the small hand tightened its grip slightly.
It shows the owner's happiness.
It was just a simple action, but the old ancestor's face turned red with embarrassment.
Seeing that Su Hanyi's expression was normal, and she looked like a gratified old father.
I felt something was off.
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