บท 608: She’s Lying

Outside the Battle Sword Sect, sword qi whistled through the air. Several people in the sect inclined their heads to stare at the sky, only to see a row of silhouettes riding on sword beams flying over. These were none other than the people who had gone to the Immortal Martial Realm.

Qin Wentian zoomed through the air, stopping only when he was in the air space above the Battle Sword Sect. Promptly a white-colored silhouette zoomed over, resembling a streak of white lightning as it rushed straight into the chest of Qin Wentian, rubbing its head on his chest unceasingly.

“Little Rascal, long time no see.” Fan Le smiled at the white puppy as he stretched his hands out, wanting to pat its head.

Little Rascal inclined its head and glared at Fan Le before opening its mouth, “Dam..nable Fatty.”