You Are The Most Beautiful Cloud In The Sky

Under the bright red sunset glow on the Non-Phase Peak at the Spirit Sword Mountain, a conspiracy was brewing inside a hut.

"As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle. Master, please explain the situation of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect."

In front of the table, grasping the pen with his mouth, Wang Lu seemed to be pondering about something. His Master, who sat on the other side of the table, replied, "Don’t you know it? They’re a bunch of damn geeks who think themselves a cut above the others."

"What about explaining it in details?"

His Master snorted. "No time."

"Are you busy masturbating?"

At this time, sitting in between the two people, a tall Elder shook his head helplessly. "Junior Sister, Wang Lu, stop it you two."

Once this Elder spoke, although Master and disciple, two people were obviously unwilling, nevertheless, they actually no longer said a word.