"Who in the world are you?"
The Ghost Valley Master's face twitched, and he grimaced as if he had a toothache. "Look, I'm just saying, could you maybe not point my own sword at me, you little brat?"
Lu Xuan froze. 'Huh?'
As they spoke, the redirected Immortal Slaying Sword Qi arced toward a distant mountain range. It was only then that Lu Xuan stammered in astonishment:
"Senior Brother... Senior Brother Zhang?"
'The matter of the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Sword is something only my master and Senior Brother Zhang should know. Oh, wait, and the Three Masters, too...'
"The one and only!" the Ghost Valley Master lamented, looking deeply aggrieved. "You even used Immortal Slaying Sword Qi. You were afraid I'd live too long, weren't you, you little punk..."
Hearing that familiar tone, Lu Xuan was finally certain. This really was Senior Brother Zhang!
He was speechless for a moment and instinctively flinched, but then, as if remembering something, he retorted unhappily:
