After he slapped Hu Zongyuan flying, Daoist Zui gazed at Yu Heng and said, “I’ve met that kid, and failing to retain him as a disciple is the Sword Sect’s loss. You and all those disappointing fellows of the Sword Sect are at fault. However, I’m not a member of the Sword Sect now, so I don’t want to interfere in this matter as well. When you return, tell Su Muzhe that if he doesn’t want the Sword Sect to be destroyed at his hands, then choose a decent person to manage the Sword Sect before he goes into closed door cultivation.”

When he spoke up to here, Daoist Zui suddenly looked at Su Qingshi and said, “This little girl isn’t bad, she’s the one!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he paid no further attention to Yu Heng. Daoist Zui swept the others in the surroundings with his gaze before he said, “The rules are the rules, and I don’t want to break them. However, all of you can dream of breaking the rules as well!” As soon as he finished speaking, a strand of sword light suddenly flashed, and then Hu Zongyuan’s right arm carried a strand...