The Little Sweetheart

When Little Pixiu heard Lin Qingzhu introduce herself, his expression changed. "Disciple of a Martial Monarch!" He suddenly panicked and looked behind Lin Qingzhu, searching for something. He was relieved not to see that terrifying man.

He did not expect that the human girl standing in front of him was actually the disciple of the legendary Martial Monarch. For a moment, a huge pressure assaulted him, and his heart began to tremble.

"So you're Martial Monarch Ye's disciple. Nice to meet you." Little Pixiu put away his arrogance and said humbly.

Lin Qingzhu only glanced at him coldly. She naturally knew why he had such an abnormal action. He was just afraid of his master's reputation.

"Come on."

Without any nonsense, Lin Qingzhu pulled out the Violet Cloud Sword again. She stood with the sword behind her and looked straight at Little Pixiu.