Chaotic Winter Melon Essence

"Sect Master Uncle is just a mortal, who just happens to have his own 'billion' interpretations of various spells."
Atop Misty Peak, the sect's senior disciple was educating the new beginners.
At that moment, Sect Leader Ye Feng, holding a blade of grass, waved it gently, and a fierce Sword Qi split the sky in two, revealing a dark spatial rift that was difficult to heal, frightening the gods above.
The new disciple pointed at the sky, shocked, "And you told me the Sect Leader is just a mortal?"

The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

The sound of the book hitting the ground was not quiet.


Ye Feng and Mad Drunkard both heard it and hurriedly looked toward the source, only to see Gong Qingqiu standing there, covering her mouth with her snow-white hand, her eyes wide with shock.


Ye Feng was still caught in the act of pawing through Mad Drunkard's clothing.


The atmosphere on the scene suddenly became awkward.


"Cough cough, I seem to have come at a bad time!"


Gong Qingqiu quickly picked up the book from the ground and turned to run.


Ye Feng realized that Gong Qingqiu had definitely misunderstood something. This had to be explained face-to-face; otherwise, even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn't wash away the stain.


Mad Drunkard was even more ashamed, his old face turning red.


Ye Feng thought it, and instantly Gong Qingqiu found the stars shifting around her. When she returned to her senses, she was standing right next to Ye Feng.


Chapter 831: The Atmosphere Gradually Becomes Awkward, Tribulation Crossing, Four-Turn Quasi-Saint