"Why? Do you think that this old lady should not communicate with these two lovely legacy disciples? Can't you see our hair is almost the same!" She spoke as she pointed toward Musk.
But Musk was almost about to cry and the foul language did not escape his mouth only because he could feel this woman was very dangerous, or he felt she was too slow.
Yes, too slow and that was the danger, because the more she moved the further she seemed to be going, even he was wondering what kind of imagination she had on her.
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Reflection pavilion, a man was standing on top of a clear water surface, even with his movements it seemed that the water surface did not seem to be affected at all.
In his left hand, a sword was hanging, and he looked handsome with black hair and blue eyes. He had that aura of indifference around him, and at that moment he moved his left hand holding the sword under the sheath.