Come Home With Me

"How is this possible?!"

Shen Lin widened his eyes. He straightened his body. "When you left the Taiqing Pavilion, you were just about to step into the seventh level. it has been less than a month, and you've already mastered it... Are you using this as an excuse to stay here and accompany that kid?"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He subconsciously slammed the table.

Pa!

Swish!

"Eh?!"

The Pavilion Master of Taiqing Pavilion slammed the table in an aggressive manner and slowly sat back down.

He coughed twice and looked at the three-inch-long unsheathed sword in Shen Sifan's hand. The sharpness of the sword was hard to look at with the naked eye. If one looked at it for a long time, they would feel a slight pain in their eyes.