When Wang Jixuan reappeared, it was clear that the elders treated him with more respect.
This is the advantage of having a strong master.
He and Feng Zheng headed straight to the Immortal Palace where Sword Dance often stayed. After exchanging simple pleasantries with the welcomed disciples, he finally obtained the opportunity to be alone with Sword Dance after lingering in the palace for a long time.
"Master, is there really something wrong with that Golden Immortal from the God Slaughter Palace?"
"Hmm," Sword Dance pursed her lips, showing both helplessness and a fair amount of disdain.
She said indifferently: "We, the Human Race, are like this. No matter the opportunity, there will always be one or two spineless individuals. Alas, this matter is indeed lamentable."
Wang Jixuan pondered in silence.
Is this a rather bad situation?
"Sit down, there's no one else here now. I have some important matters to discuss with you."
