"In the autumn of the seventeenth year of Yuanwu, Xing Wuyu, a direct disciple of He Ling, the headmaster of Lingyun Peak, stole three volumes of mental skills. Since then, he has rebelled against the sect and there has been no news about it.
He discredited himself and made Ling Yun Dian lose his face among the nine sects and thirteen sects, which made me feel a little at a loss.
In terms of seniority, I should call him my nephew, and in terms of affection, I should—"
What should I do?
She stopped writing here, and the rest of the page was blank.
This is the last question Yi Guishang left in his note.
Xing Wuyu, what does it mean to him?
It was the summer of the 21st year of Yuanwu. She led her horse to Kehaimen on the bank of the East China Sea to practice her mental skills. What greeted her was Qi Hejin, the youngest sect leader since the founding of the Kehaimen sect.
"Ha, the matter of Ke Haimen is only related to people named Qi."
"Have you ever tried to combine the Carving Haimen Mind Technique and the Lingyun Dian Sword Technique into one? It's risky, but it's worth it."
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