"Sorry, Senior Sister, I forgot." Yuezheng Yan quickly summoned his Spiritual Power to block in front of him.
Lu Xingyan lowered her head to draw a talisman, sneering in her mind,
[Sure enough, men are unreliable, can't even hold a Wind-Blocking Shield with Sword Control, it's either a weakness or insufficiency. Luckily, I'm rich now, after leaving the Illusory Dream Secret Realm, I'll order a custom Flying Boat.]
[Then I'll have Yuezheng Yan hang on the deck and let him be blown by the wind, teach him for not sustaining a Wind-Blocking Shield for me!]
[And he says he 'forgot', as if, I bet he did it on purpose. I trust you, my ass!]
The Immortal Sword, which had been flying in a straight line, suddenly veered off course, starting to follow an S-shaped trajectory when Lu Xingyan said those words.
