"I want to practice swordsmanship." The swordsman took a deep look at Wu Shi.

Now, he is not Wu Shi's opponent, so he cannot cause trouble with Jiutian Divine Tower, nor can he take revenge.

The smile on Wu Shi's face froze and her voice turned cold: "This is an order."

She seemed really angry.

The Taoist gods around felt like they were falling into an ice cellar.

They realized something and left one after another.

On the top of the mountain, only this pair of master and disciple remained.

The cold breath on Wu Shi's face dissipated: "There were so many people just now, Master also wants to save face."

Her words became particularly gentle.

"Yeah." The swordsman responded lightly.

"I'm hungry." Wu Shi said with a drooped face and listlessness, "You have been fighting abroad for these years, and I haven't eaten the food you cooked for a long time."

As she talked, she seemed lost in memories.

"I miss the past very much now, when I was not the Master of Yunmeng Palace, and you...

Eat every day when you are full, go to bed, and eat when you wake up. Unfortunately... nothing can go back."

She has always been very greedy, especially gluttonous.

However, she will not eat anything other than food cooked by swordsmen.

Perhaps, her taste was taken advantage of by the swordsman.

"I make fish." The swordsman said calmly.

A smile finally appeared in Wu Shi's eyes. She looked at the back of this apprentice with a glance that lasted for thousands of years.

She seemed to have thought of something and murmured: "Are you heartless?"
Chapter completed!