Did Kong Rong tell my third uncle?

Wei Dongsong silently closed his eyes, thinking that even if courage isn't needed, is arrogance required?

Or perhaps, has the constant haunting of Lu Jin'an really affected my mindset?

When he fell into this dilemma again, Wei Dongsong reopened his eyes, and at this moment, Qi Huizu was already standing in front of Kong Rong.

Qi Huizu was slightly taller than Kong Rong, but Kong Rong believed that Qi Huizu would soon lower his head.

At this moment, the previously expressionless Qi Huizu gave a slight smile, then clapped his hands. In the slightly astonished gaze of Kong Rong, several Immortals were brought in.

Kong Rong immediately frowned, unable to hide the disgust in his eyes.

Being in the same room with these lower realm people was simply an insult to my status.

But these people were either lower realm Immortals turned by Qi Huizu or hidden Possessors, so Kong Rong said little, once more focusing his gaze on Qi Huizu's face.

"What does this mean?"

"Naturally, it has one meaning," Qi Huizu said casually, "I am just a Sect Master from the lower realm, and now that I've finally met the elders of my humble home, how could I not share this joy with everyone?"

"Although Zheng Dongliu and his people must not know, there is a reason, and I have only invited these people. I hope you can understand."

"You are quite thoughtful," Kong Rong said lightly, "Since all your guests are here..."

"Let me see if everyone is here..."

Qi Huizu looked ahead, glancing at each person.

At this moment, Wei Dongyang felt a sense of apprehension, as if they were about to trap a fox.

"Mr. Kong, as a junior, I think it's best to..."

"Hmm, everyone is here."

Qi Huizu nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Kong Rong again, took two steps back, and performed a flawless bow with sword etiquette.

"Qi Huizu, Sect Master of Lin Yuan Sword Sect, greets Uncle Kong..."

Watching Qi Huizu's actions, listening to his voice, Kong Rong nodded approvingly, "Not bad, not bad, you..."

Before the words were finished, Qi Huizu already raised his head, "I still have a gift for Uncle Kong."

Kong Rong casually asked, "What gift? Show me."

"Road," Qi Huizu smiled slightly.

?

Kong Rong's expression froze, while Wei Dongsong turned his head sharply as if startled, "Lu Jin'an?"

Swipe, swipe, swipe—

All eyes turned back, looking only at the tightly closed hall doors—where was the figure of Lu Jin'an?

Kong Rong, frustrated and ashamed, glared at Wei Dongsong, "You damn..."

Before the words were out, two surging Sword Intents arrived instantly from left and right.

Kong Rong's expression changed dramatically, the reaction of the sword heart within his body much quicker than his brain, but…

The ambushers were Qi Huizu and Ji Shuang.

The world's First Sword Immortal and the wife of the world's First Sword Immortal.

With a "pff—"

Amidst the splattering blood, Wei Dongsong was the first to react—fleeing towards the hall doors.

The fragile hall doors couldn't withstand his Sword Intent, turning to dust in an instant, but his steps halted.

"Lu, Lu, Lu..."

He trembled, staring at the figure standing at the entrance, face pale.

Beyond the threshold, Lu Jin'an in white clothing stepped in, not even glancing at the Divine Presence Realm Sword Immortal.

Feeling the breeze from Lu Jin'an's passing, Wei Dongsong's face changed, shadowed with uncertainty, eyes trembling violently, finally seeming like dead ashes.

To this day, I no longer even have the ability to make Lu Jin'an look at me.

"Pff—"

A mouthful of blood spurted out completely from Wei Dongsong's mouth, and with a 'bang,' his sword heart shattered.

He fell to the ground with a "thud," his Sword Qi dissipating.

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