Sect Leader Statue

"Hey, Yingxiong, don't you find it strange that our Pavilion Lord Bai is so happy despite our sect leader's death this time?" Dong Zhen had her arms wound around Cheng Yingxiong's arm as she spoke in a quiet voice.

Nearby, Bai Ling was in her usual white robe, watering some plants while humming a joyful tune.

"I don't get it either. When sect leader first died a hundred years ago, Pavilion Lord Bai was depressed for a very very long time. But she's so happy now for some reason…" Cheng Yingxiong scratched his head with a confused expression.

One of Dong Zhen's fox tails suddenly slapped Cheng Yingxiong in the backside.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Cheng Yingxiong was given a fright.