"Then kill me, Xiao Qing is my own brother, and now that he's become a wastrel, I don't want to live either." Luo Lingling's face was full of determination.
"Unreasonable, unreasonable, ah, you really mean it, alright then, let your master see how much you've improved over the years, if you have the ability, come chase me!"
Soon, everyone saw Luo Lingling chasing Mo Xingjian off Little Spirit Peak, and some even witnessed them leaving the sect.
"I knew it!"
Elder Wuzhu, who was guarding the barrier, watched the two figures chasing after each other, shaking his head helplessly.
"Peak Master Mo is too doting on his disciples, look at this, it's almost at the point of disrespect. But everyone has their own way of educating, it has nothing to do with me." Elder Wuzhu muttered to himself.
In a short while, a figure came running from a distance, panting heavily.
Who else could it be but Zhou Qing?
