To Help Master

Lu Qiuping could have sworn that he saw stars after he was slapped. His cheek stung from the hit.

The initially quiet street began to turn lively. The occasional sounds of fighting and swords clanging rang in the air. Soon after, a fire broke out. Smoke billowed in the sky above the city.

After Si Wuya landed, he smiled faintly before he said, "Fourth Senior Brother, why the disguise?"

'Fourth Senior Brother?' An expression of shock appeared on the two grey-robed cultivators and Ye Zhixing's faces.

Lu Qiuping, whose arm was broken, looked up frightfully. Indeed, the person was the Evil Sky Pavilion's fourth disciple, Mingshi Yin.

"Old Seventh… you can see through this disguise as well?" Mingshi Yin rolled his eyes. He had completely changed his appearance, the way he spoke, and the way he dressed. However, Si Wuya still managed to see through the disguise with just a glance.

"There aren't many who would go by the surname Ri," Si Wuya said.