This Student… Is Mine

"I get it!"

The black-robed man stared at Lin Mufeng with wide eyes. He looked like he realized something. "It's you! You must've killed my precious student and stole the treasure! My student died tragically! I have to avenge him!"

He was menacingly strong. The wind blew like sharp blades, slashing through the clouds.

The Lingyun Immortal Pavilion was about to be destroyed.

Plop!

Lin Mufeng went weak in the knees. He knelt and begged, "Immortal, don't be angry. Please, don't be angry! I really did pull out the sword."

The black-robed man sneered, "Impossible! You wouldn't be able to pass the first three tests. Quick, tell me, Where did you get it from?"

Swoosh!

A sword flew past his neck swiftly. A strand of Lin Mufeng's hair fell off.

Lin Mufeng instantly went stiff from fear.

He struggled for a long time. Then, he said, "I didn't go to the secret border alone. There's an expert!"