On Qingxiao Peak.
Qingxiao Sword Venerable watched the backs of Qu Xiao and Lin Huanhuan as they left together, his hands tightly clenched into fists, his expression extremely restrained.
That damned Jin Yao, even in death, dragged him into the water.
These days, to avoid suspicion, he didn't even dare to see Lin Huanhuan often.
Even so.
He found that the disciples of the Three Sects looked at him with faint abnormal expressions.
His own disciples now even started to reduce their chances of coming to Qingxiao Peak.
If it were in the past.
He would never agree to Qu Xiao and Lin Huanhuan going down the mountain to train alone.
But now... he has no choice but to agree.
This feeling of being forced into restraint made Qingxiao Sword Venerable feel extremely aggrieved.
Power!
Only power!
Could free him from all constraints!
Qingxiao Sword Venerable turned and returned to his cave dwelling.
