"Come with me!"

"Brother Chen, where are we going?" Mu Haitang's eyes lit up with joy when she saw that Ning Fan had no intention of abandoning her.

"Go to Chiyue Sword Sect! Zhou Chen's monastic experience seems to have started from Chiyue Sword Sect. You follow me, no one can hurt you! Zhihe!"

"I have said it many times, I am Haitang, Mu Haitang!" the girl said displeased. She was the body of a paper crane, but she carried the memory of Mu Haitang.

Not long after leaving the mountain village, a catastrophe suddenly came to the small mountain village.

An old Taoist with long eyebrows and spiritual cultivation stands tall on the sky, looking down upon the mountain village like an ant.

"I didn't expect that the master brother could actually find a disciple of the sentimental swordsmanship from this broken mountain village. With this disciple, he will be greatly loved by the ancestor and his position will be more solid. Zhou Chen! A mere boy from a mountain village is trying to stop me from seizing the opportunity.

The master’s big plan, huh! Didn’t he practice the Sword of Love? Didn’t he have a beauty in this mountain village? I killed her beauty and made her angry and ruthless to see if he could still please the Patriarch!"

The old Taoist priest released his spiritual thoughts and swept across the mountain village, but suddenly he gritted his teeth.

"Where's Mu Haitang! Where has she gone? Why isn't she in the village?"

Back then, Zhou Chen lost his true love on the day he joined the Chiyue Sword Sect.

Ning Fan fell into a dream, but he would never allow Xiao Xiao to harm the paper crane, even though the paper crane was illusory and was carrying Mu Haitang's identity.

Even so, he does not allow anyone to hurt the paper crane. Whoever is hurt will die!

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Chapter completed!