Chapter 363

Hmm, something like that.

"Hmph, don't go slandering me—I'm now the strongest among the Lingxiao Peak disciples, even surpassing Brother Lan!"

Mo Xiaoyu lifted her head and puffed out her chest, utterly proud.

"Impressive, but shouldn't you call me Senior Uncle now that you've met me?"

Meng Zhangqing teased.

"You!"

Mo Xiaoyu immediately flustered.

The scene she feared most had finally come to pass!

The great junior sister had become a little... junior niece!

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore—is that the famed blade inside?"

Meng Zhangqing reached out and patted her small head, smiling.

"Hmph, don't touch my head—others say it makes you stupid!"

Mo Xiaoyu pouted.

But inside, she sighed with relief.

"Mm."

Mo Xiaoyu nodded. "What? Are you here to subdue this sword?"

"Of course—why else would I be here?"

"The famed blade is proud—it won't submit to you!"

Mo Xiaoyu said at once.

"How can you know unless you try?"

Meng Zhangqing's lips curled slightly as he stepped forward.

Mo Xiaoyu thought for a moment, then followed after him.

In her mind, that famed blade was arrogant—no one could sway it.

Even Master, a master of sword intent, had been rejected.

So this troublemaker would surely be slashed flying, humiliated!

She'd watch closely as the troublemaker ate dirt!

Because Mo Xiaoyu had just been flung out.

So the gates of Shenguang Hall stood wide open.

Meng Zhangqing walked right in without hesitation.

The hall inside was vast.

Rows of Liang Zhu stood tall; the floor gleamed like a mirror.

At its center stood a long sword, bound tightly by countless iron chains, unable to break free.

Yin?!

The moment Meng Zhangqing entered, the sword reacted instantly!

Its entire body glowed with radiance.

Filled with sentience.

Like a person's eyes sparkling with excitement.