Xuan Lingzi's eyes narrowed and his movements suddenly stopped.
It's time!
Luo Jianqing poured all his spiritual energy into the Frost Floating Sword, and instantly the sword's light intensified, and silver lightning swirled and boiled on the Frost Floating Sword. Luo Jianqing drew his sword and stabbed Xuan Lingzi, who surprisingly offered no resistance. He only dodged when the lightning and sword energy reached his face, severing a strand of his hair.
Luo Jianqing retracted the Frost Floating Sword between his brows and said, "Master, I will defeat you with the tenth move."
Xuan Lingzi remained silent.
Luo Jianqing looked up in surprise, only to see Xuan Lingzi staring at his torn cuff with a complicated gaze. Turning his head and spotting the red mark, Luo Jianqing whispered, "This appears to be a scratch from being in the ruins. Even Ningbi Dew didn't remove it. Since it wasn't a serious matter, I ignored it. Master, do you know what this scar is?"
A flash of red quickly crossed Xuan Lingzi's fair face. His expression turned cold, and he flicked his sleeve, sending Luo Jianqing flying three meters away. He then said in a cold voice, "Master... I don't know what this thing is, but it doesn't seem to be a big deal. Don't worry about it. Since you have been practicing hard, I will retreat for six months this time. You can come out again when the sect competition comes."
Luo Jianqing was stunned when he heard this, but finally nodded in agreement.
In the blink of an eye, Xuan Lingzi teleported away, as if he was unwilling to stay with his disciple for even a second.
Seeing this scene, Luo Jianqing was slightly stunned. After a long moment, he sighed, smiled bitterly, and muttered to himself, "I remember that every time Junior Sister returned from training, Venerable Yuqingzi would take great care of her. He wished he could imprison her and prevent her from going out on adventures again."
There was only a faint smile on his handsome face. Luo Jianqing looked calmly at the closed bamboo door and murmured, "Wuyin, I narrowly escaped death this time, and you didn't ask at all. Do you really... not care at all?"
The bitter voice gradually dissipated in the air. Luo Jianqing walked through the bamboo forest and soon returned to his bamboo house.
Half a year passed quickly, and one morning, a light yellow figure appeared at the bottom of Yuxiao Peak.
The man had a delicate face, not particularly handsome, but with gentle features. He said loudly, "Big Brother, the sect competition is only three days away. Master ordered me to come and inform you. Don't miss the time."
This person is Zuo Yunmo, the second of the Seven Sons of Taihua Mountain and the direct disciple of Cangshuang Peak.
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