The white-robed chief disciple snorted softly, closed his eyes again, and stopped talking.

Tang Ziping had probably never been in such close contact with a master, and he did not dare to speak while standing nearby. Lao Deng was squatting on the ground drinking, but he seemed not to take these two elders of the Danxia Sword Sect at all.

Lu Fang would not take the initiative to talk to them, and he was not a flower girl. He squatted under the shade of a tree and continued to eat melon seeds.

Nearly half an hour passed.

The white-robed chief disciple opened his eyes again and stood up. His face was no longer so pale.

He walked to the river bank, put his hands behind his back and looked into the middle of the river. It was hard to say what he was thinking, but this expert-looking guy pretended to be natural.

Lu Fang secretly curled his lips.

After another two quarters of an hour, Su Liluo finally came out of the carriage.

She had changed into a set of purple clothes, her waist was no longer so slender, and her wounds had obviously been bandaged.

Lu Fang still felt his eyes light up.

Su Liluo looked pure and smart in a light green dress, but she looked noble and elegant in a purple dress.
Chapter completed!