"Eh? It's actually here. I was wondering why I couldn't find it. As expected, items can't be randomly thrown in the air. It actually injured someone. What a sin, what a sin." Although that person said that, he didn't express any expression of self-blame.
He casually called back the wine pot and drank a mouthful. Then, he casually flicked out a finger of Sword Qi and walked towards the bamboo house.
The assassin's body, which had fainted on the ground, shattered inch by inch. In the end, it dissipated into the world as though the assassin in black had never appeared! He was dead!
How dare you disturb my personal disciple's cultivation! You must be tired of living!
If Chen Tian knew that an elder of the Immortal Sword Sect had already recognized him as his personal disciple before they even met, his face would probably be covered in black lines!
