The corner of Lan Xing’s mouth twitched, but he didn’t try to forcefully stop Sword Pavilion’s Master. He insisted on thanking him and rubbed his aching palm.

On the other hand, Monk Mei Shuo couldn’t help but break out in cold sweat. When Sword Pavilion’s Master walked to his side, he hurriedly bent down and said in fear, “Senior, please forgive me!”

Sword Pavilion’s Master narrowed his eyes and looked at Monk Mei Shuo’s bleeding arm. Then, he turned his head and looked at the dagger in Lan Xing’s hand.

“Forgive me? Forgive what sin?” Sword Pavilion’s Master smiled coldly, “I don’t have the time to care about you juniors’ shit, what do you want to do!”

After saying that, he continued to walk forward.

Seeing this, Monk Mei Shuo was stunned. For a moment, he was not sure what this senior meant.

After all, if there was anything that caught Sword Pavilion’s Master’s attention, not to mention him, their entire Happy Sect would have to suffer.

But just as Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang were panicking, and Sword Pavilion’s Master said to him without turning his head, “I won’t bother to pursue your negligence even if I send the dagger in that girl’s hand to You You afterwards.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang immediately lit up. How could they not know what Sword Pavilion’s Master meant?

After all, what they were originally terrified of was what Sword Pavilion’s Master said when he came out, fearing that Sword Pavilion’s Master would help Lan Xing.

Hearing Sword Pavilion’s Master’s words, Lan Xing, who was still filled with gratitude, immediately changed his expression.

Of course, he also knew that Sword Pavilion’s Master was not an expert who helped him, but a capable person who didn’t care about his own life or death.

However, Lan Xing didn’t understand for a moment. Since you don’t care about my life or death, why did you say anything to stop me just now?

Actually, Sword Pavilion’s Master hadn’t stopped him from beginning to end. The reason why Monk Mei Shuo stopped was because of his instinctive reverence for Sword Pavilion’s Master.

The reason why Sword Pavilion’s Master had said such a sentence the moment he arrived was because he was slightly annoyed that Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang had neglected their duties and abused their power for personal gain.

After all, he was the one who had proposed the rules for restricting the ability to enter and exit the Imperial Mausoleum.

He had been in and out of the Imperial Mausoleum quite a few times, could he not know what kind of things this Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang were?

Moreover, there was an aborigine from a town around here. With Sword Pavilion’s Master’s experience of living for countless years, he wouldn’t be able to tell that Lan Xing wanted to enter Imperial Mausoleum according to the rules he had set.

However, Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang insisted on having such an incident, as if they were hitting him in the face.

Therefore, at the beginning, Sword Pavilion’s Master wanted to calm down this matter and restore the usual calm to the entrance and exit of the back mountain.

However, the dagger in Lan Xing’s hand was discovered by Sword Pavilion’s Master.

It wasn’t that Sword Pavilion’s Master had participated in the battle for the dagger, but because after Sword Pavilion removed all the weapons on the first floor of Imperial Mausoleum, he felt that these weapons were even more powerful.

Now that he saw someone wandering around, he naturally wanted to recycle it.

After all, he knew how powerful these weapons were, so he naturally felt that if only Sword Pavilion had these weapons, and no one else had them, it would definitely be an immeasurable increase in Sword Pavilion’s strength.

Moreover, Lan Xing was only an Adept who hadn’t even reached the Intermediate Stage, so he wasn’t qualified to possess such a weapon.

Therefore, in Sword Pavilion’s Master’s eyes, he didn’t care about the life and death of such a weak person, nor did he care who was right or wrong. All he wanted was to recycle the dagger in Lan Xing’s hand.

It was just that Lan Xing was too weak, and he didn’t have the qualifications to personally snatch it. That was why he said that last sentence to Monk Mei Shuo.

After all, he didn’t dare not send Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang the dagger to their Sword Pavilion.

As a result, Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang, who had obtained the tacit approval of the top seniors in the Imperial Mausoleum, became even more unscrupulous and threw sinister sneers at Lan Xing.

After gritting his teeth, Lan Xing gripped the dagger in his hand tightly, ignoring the sudden appearance of Sword Pavilion’s Master. He could only prepare himself to deal with the joint attack of Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang.

However, at this moment, Lan Xing’s heart was in a panic. After all, after just two minutes of fighting, she had a shallow understanding of the strength brought about by the difference in realms between the capable and the weak.

She felt that if she fought alone, she would not be afraid of either Monk Mei Shuo or Guang Lang.

However, if the other party worked together, Lan Xing knew that he definitely had no chance of winning, so he couldn’t help but complain in his heart. These bastards, all of them, didn’t respect the rules of Jianghu!

However, at this moment, Lan Xing still did not have the slightest thought of retreating.

After all, she hadn’t even entered the Imperial Mausoleum yet. If she had the thought of retreating, wouldn’t she be saying that she hadn’t officially stepped into the World of the Ability yet, yet she would have sprouted an idea?

Lan Xing was stubborn, so he gritted his teeth fiercely. Even though he knew that he was defeated, he didn’t have the slightest intention of retreating!

Obviously, Sword Pavilion’s Master knew Lan Xing’s ending, so he didn’t even want to see Lan Xing anymore. He continued to walk towards the entrance of the back mountain.

He only took a few steps and seemed to suddenly think of something. He slowly extended his hand and pointed at one of the respectful and capable people standing beside him, saying, “You, come here.”

Because Sword Pavilion’s Master hadn’t left yet, even though Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang knew that they wouldn’t be able to stop them from attacking Lan Xing, they weren’t in a hurry to show their respect for Sword Pavilion’s Master.

The tall and skinny man pointed at by Sword Pavilion’s Master was slightly stunned. He hurriedly took a step forward and cupped his fists and lowered his head, saying, “Senior, do you have any instructions?”

Sword Pavilion’s Master asked in a deep voice, “Has that brat that you Night watchman came to yesterday already entered?”

The expert man was stunned.

In order to avoid wasting time with this expert man, Sword Pavilion’s Master slowly added, “It’s that Wan Changqing’s junior brother. The kid who said yesterday that he wanted to drive the Ability Cultivator out of Imperial Mausoleum seems to be surnamed Su …”

The tall and skinny man’s eyes immediately widened, and he subconsciously looked towards Lan Xing.

After all, at the beginning, he felt that the name Su Ye sounded familiar. It was really because Su Ye had only told him his name once yesterday, and then it was confirmed by their deputy commander Wang Menglin that he was their junior brother who commanded King of Hell.

That was why this person dared to call Su Ye by his name?

He could only address Su Ye as Senior. Even from the bottom of his heart, he could only label Su Ye as Junior Brother Myriad King of Hell. As for Su Ye’s name, he had long since thrown it aside.

Now, it was only under the reminder of Sword Pavilion’s Master that he suddenly remembered this.