Died Young

Ming Sihan had given her the ghost thoughts, the seven-colored fire, and even taught her the Nebula Sword Technique.

In the immortal sect, she did not obtain anything. The monthly silver of only five taels of silver might even be deducted by her senior brother.

Now that she thought of some things in the immortal sect, her stomach was filled with anger.

Without comparison, there would be no harm.

Ling Shoumo didn't look too good. The woman in front of him had been completely brainwashed by Ming Sihan.

"Ling Shoumo, can't you just be the sect master of your sect? Why do you have to oppose me in every way?"

"As the sect master of Xuanling Immortal Sect, I definitely won't allow the people of the Demon World to cause trouble in the human world."

The two of them stared at each other, and the air seemed to have thinned.

War was imminent.

Mo Ruyue was prepared to hide to the side when the two big shots fought.