"Ling Zhouyue, what's going on in the Netherworld?"

Ling Zhouyue put her hands on her chest and didn't take it seriously at all.

After all, with her strength, she can make everyone present fall down by herself.

"Youming is here, I've driven away, I've made a contribution, that's it."

Huangfu Qun said:

"Our sect protects the mountain formation every month, and it is ever-new. It is unusual for the Netherworld to break into. Since the last Battle of the Netherworld, there has never been another Netherworld invasion. How do you explain?"

Ling Zhouyue sipped the wine and said:

"I am the elder of the sword. I am only responsible for killing the enemy, not for explanation. Do you know how it came about?"

Huangfu Qun asked:

"Then have you killed the enemy?"

Ling Zhouyue doesn't care.

"The Netherworld ran away."

"The human figure, which is hard to see in a thousand years, actually ran away by itself?"

"I wanted to protect my disciples at that time, otherwise it would be able to run away?"

Huangfu Qun's old eyes gathered slightly, got up and walked, and analyzed:

"You have not accepted disciples for a thousand years, but now you have suddenly accepted disciples from your own; Zongzhishan has not been invaded by the Netherworld for a thousand years, but today you have been invaded; the invasion is still the humanoid Netherworld that is rare in a thousand years... Don't you think all this is too coincidental?"

Ah... Ling Zhouyue was speechless.

The audience's eyes were focused on her.

A firm and calm voice sounded behind her—
Chapter completed!