"Uncle-Master Lian, I knew you were here!"
At this moment, Mo Ying flew over from the distant horizon, her face filled with rage.
When she saw the long sword, her expression immediately became much uglier.
"Uncle-Master Lian, don't refine this thing!"
At this moment, the smile on Lian Yang's face had long disappeared, replaced by a cold indifference that kept others at a thousand miles away.
Chen Chen felt helpless when he saw this. He really deserved that Mo Ying could not win Lian Yang's heart.
"Disciple-Niece Mo, this is my own business. Since when is it up to a junior like you to meddle with my business?" Lian Yang said coldly.
Mo Ying's face turned slightly pale when she heard the word 'junior'. He bit his lips and said, "Uncle-Master Lian, I've asked Uncle-Master Zhou. To refine this thing, you have to lose at least a thousand years of your life!"
Lian Yang was indifferent when he heard that.