"Oh, there's such a thing?" Ling Gusong hesitated.
He knew that this disciple of his had a steady and meticulous personality, which was what he admired the most. Since he had said it, it was most likely true. He had just refined a rare treasure of heaven and earth, and his confidence was at a high level. If it was the Huangfu qingjue and Ling Chuxi of the past, he would not take them to heart. However, if their cultivation increased again, he would have to be careful.
Frankly speaking, he still had quite a bit of psychological trauma towards Huangfu qingjue's unfathomable abilities and Ling Chuxi's sinister methods that could kill without paying for it.
"Hmph, just a mere Ling Chuxi is enough to scare you to this extent?" Just as Ling Gusong was hesitating, a cold voice was heard. A black-robed girl with a veil on her face slowly walked in.
"What are you doing here?" Ling Gusong asked with a frown.
