The Procession

"It's good that this inn stills open in the middle of the night," Lu Wan yawned. He looked at the two intruders in his room with a sour expression. "Or else, we'll have to sleep on the street."

"Good morning, Senior Brother Yu," Ye Jiao smiled devilishly. Her legs strode inside leisurely as if she didn't do anything wrong. "Did you have a good rest?"

"Yes?"

"Get up."

Swish! Clang!

"Damn you silver hair! Do you have to attack people early in the morning?" Lu Wan cursed because Qi Huan had attacked him mercilessly. Looking at Qi Huan's smile before him, he felt annoyed. Thankfully, he managed to quickly take out his blade to block the attack because if not, he would have been wounded.

For the first time in his life, he was thankful that their master was truly demonic in his teaching.

If not, he would have died in his senior brother's hand.