"You're talking nonsense!"
The young Martial Artist shouted, "They wanted to kill us, if it weren't for this young lady, we'd all be dead already!"
The scholar with the surname Zhu looked conflicted, and dared not say much for a moment.
"..."
The girl suddenly thought of something, sheathed her blade.
In an instant, the young Martial Artist, the scholar with the surname Zhu, and the woman in the flower dress behind her all turned pale.
The leader of the caravan sneered, "Ninth Master is still powerful, this little girl knows when to concede."
"With the might of my ancestor here, how could a little girl possibly stand against it?"
The Cultivator raised an eyebrow, thinking about what he had just heard.
Yet at this moment, the girl looked up at the distance and said, "On Huaizun's turf, a Cultivator appears, you need to give me an explanation."
"Auntie, I was out yesterday boasting for Huaizun, I mean, giving lectures. This guy just arrived; I didn't know either."
