"S-should be. S-someone t-told us to c-come here to b-bring this to Miss Qiao!" The captain turned more frightened. Why did he feel like chilly winds were whipping past him?
Murong Xun's face turned foul looking immediately.
She started to recall the past few days.
After the eye-blindingly bright light from the entry test that night, Second Peak's Junior Sister Yang brought an extremely talented disciple back to her peak. Then, that new disciple of hers entered secluded cultivation and absorbed all of the mystic energy in the sect for three days…
Now, people were suddenly here to give an apology gift to Miss Qiao from the Holy Water Sect's First Peak!
What else could it imply? Her little disciple arrived a long time ago!
What Second Peak disciple?! It was clearly her, Murong Xun's, final disciple!
D*mn it! Second Peak's Yang Xirong actually dared to snatch her precious disciple!
