The entire sect knew that Master Xuanling was cold and ascetic, and would not spare anyone under his sword. He was like a piece of ten-thousand-year-old ice.
The only exception was the young apprentice who was brought back to the mountain.
Sang Luo burned his alchemy room, and he practiced silently.
Sang Luo made his spiritual pet cry, but he pretended not to see it.
Sanluo used his senior brother's Zhenpai sword as firewood, and he bowed his head to apologize for her.
The whole sect is heartbroken, this girl will die sooner or later.
Until the day when the outer disciples bullied her in public, Xuan Ling split open the mountain gate with a sword and protected the person behind him.
He said, it is not your turn to teach my people.
At that moment, the whole world thought that he had moved his heart.
But Sang Luo blinked, raised his hands and shouted in front of Quan Zong:
Master, do you have any objection to me treating you as my father?
Xuan Ling's fingers holding the sword slowly tightened.
He tilted his head and his voice was hoarse than after a hundred years of hard training:
Be good and call me husband.
Sang Luo felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
It turns out that the day she entered the book, the system said she could go home as long as she raised the villain master as a loyal dog.
But no one told her that this loyal dog was the kind she wanted to take home and marry.
