"How dare you, slave, to escape the cold pond without receiving any order from the Tower Master and enter the Ling Yun Tower!" One of the Ling Yun Tower disciples finally opened his mouth and pointed her sword forward.
"Hurhur… I've won again. The first person they scold is you. However, why did I say 'again'?" When Fang Zhengzhi heard the words from the Ling Yun Tower disciple, a smile crept across his face as he turned to look at Ping Yang.
The five disciples were completely ignored.
"Hmph!" Ping Yang said softly. Her powdery lips curled into a look of unhappiness as she tilted her head to the side. She was evidently not pleased.
When she turned her gaze over, she naturally saw the man who was standing close to the five other disciples of the Ling Yun Tower.
From his back, his gray and white robes seemed extremely simple. However, even though she could not see his face, Ping Yang's expression changed and her body trembled.
