"Oh, your master?"
"Hehehehe."
The voice in the black mist let out a wild, strange laugh.
"You're just a low-level cultivator, what else do you have besides the treasured sword in your hand?
This Venerable One can imagine that for a human like you, the so-called master you speak of is probably also someone not fit to be seen."
Hearing the voice in the black mist, Xu Changqing was furious.
If Li Meng'er hadn't pulled him back in time, he probably would have charged forward, embracing the Seven Star Immortal-Slaying Sword that was emitting sword light.
"Human, you're getting emotional! If you have the ability, call out your so-called master and let this Venerable One see him. I want to see what kind of human he is, to make you worship him so much.
How about this, you throw away the sword in your hand. Hand over these people beside you, and I can choose not to kill you. I'll take you as my demon disciple, what do you think?"
The voice in the black mist said enticingly.
