“Future mistress?” The smile slipped off Fengxian Wu’s face. “You can’t even beat Lu Yun. It looks like there’s not much to the future sect leader of the Nineheavens Pagoda.”

She snorted and looked at Lu Yun again. He’d already put the flying sword into his storage ring. The Nineheavens Pagoda? He truly wasn’t concerned about them.

“Sir Cloudexit, I admit that I won through a fluke just now. It was because you were distracted,” he said cheekily. “If we were fighting in earnest, I would be no match for you.”

That slightly mollified Cloudexit, whereas the cultivators behind the young lord looked on darkly. However, they didn’t dare say anything. Everything the Lu young master said happened to land precisely on what the young lord cared about. Whoever dared interject now would face their young lord’s wrath.

Forget it, we’re just here to ensure that the young lord is safe. He can...