"Heh, little Taoist, have you found your master yet?"
The Elder Pavilion Master's face carried a hint of arrogance as she peered through the golden spiritual power light screen, looking at the other end where Jin Xu was.
In her heart, she contemplated that if the other party was sensible, then she would, for Ah Pin's sake, let bygones be bygones regarding the matter of breaking the White Emperor Pearl.
If he was still as clueless as he had been months ago, then she would have to properly teach him a lesson on Ah Pin's behalf.
Of course, whether the other party was sensible or not depended entirely on her mood.
"My master is still missing."
The little Taoist looked complicatedly at the Elder of the White Emperor Pavilion, wrapped in a black "ink," and shook his head gently.
He truly didn't understand what his own master had done to her, to cause a perfectly fine Ancestor of the Immortal Sect to end up in such a state just to be with him.
