After the Flying Wooden Tiger was completely broken down, only the head remained whole, and the Giant Strength Design was unaffected. As long as more wooden blocks were assembled, this Flying Wooden Tiger could be rebuilt anew.

Wu Yu stowed his Demon Subduing Staff and readied himself to move to the second level by the stairs.

Pa! 

Suddenly, a bronze mirror landed before Wu Yu and shattered. When he looked up, he saw the girl who had been applying makeup stare at him with a completely shocked expression.

She had probably not thought that Wu Yu was the kind of person who could finish off the Flying Wooden Tiger with one hit. Otherwise, she would not have been so calm.

"You, you are Wu Yu?"

The girl floated down from above, her skirt purposely billowing, allowing Wu Yu to see the charming scenery underneath.

"Yes?" Wu Yu asked.

"Nothing, I just want to get to know you. I'm called..." The girl disciple batted an eyelash and coyly introduced herself. It was clear that she wanted to get close to him. As she spoke, her eyes conveyed volumes of meaning.

In the Heavenly Sword Sect, Wu Yu's status as a personal disciple was a symbol of status.

"Next time. I'm going to the second le...