Mo Yu nodded seriously, "Don't worry, teacher, there will be something like this day."

He has never been a generous person!

The Black Bull Fairy grinned. He felt that this apprentice was becoming more and more pleasing to the eye. "Advisor, can we continue now?"

Mo Yu glanced at the ruined ruined mountain gate of the Divine Sword Sect, shook his head and said, "No need, let's go."

With the style of the Divine Sword Sect, he has provoked countless enemies over the years. When Dao Wudi dies, he will naturally be revenge for revenge.

The demise of the Divine Sword Sect is already destined.

"Then let's go quickly. Time is running out. Our master and apprentice cannot miss this good thing!" The Black Niu Daxian grabbed Mo Yu and stepped into the void. The two disappeared.

...

"teacher."

"What's the matter, apprentice, tell me."

"I want to go back to the Jinqian Sect."

"...Your decision is not very smart, apprentice!"

"I won't admit anything."

“…”

...

More money in front of the grave.

The space was slightly distorted, isolating all perceptions from the outside world. The black bull fairy looked at Mo Yu, who was kneeling in front of the grave with some taste, and occasionally curled his lips.

But soon, he didn't know what he thought of, and he became smiled again.

After all, the apprentice belongs to him now, so why bother with a dead person?

"Teacher, the disciple is back." Mo Yu said softly, "Your great kindness, I will never forget you. After the Jin Qian Sect joins Kuiu Mountain, the inheritance will not be cut off. You can rest assured!"

He respectfully bowed.

Nine kowtows.
Chapter completed!