“Well, Little Sister, learned anything?” Meng Jingzhou leaped onto the treetops and downed the juice that Meng Jingyu was about to drink in one gulp.

Meng Jingyu looked at her brother gloomily, only speaking after a while. “Then why don’t we open an underground gambling ring and bet on Ning Fan to win?”

Meng Jingzhou waved his hand. “Our Meng family colludes with officials for business, but we still can’t do anything illegal.”

~~~

The little wooden puppet’s swordsmanship was extremely refined. Sun Chuanxian had seen many sword cultivators, but he had never encountered one with such skill.

“Ice Dragons Rise from the Sea!” Sun Chuanxian yelled, conjuring two ice dragons. The dragons exhaled their icy breaths, freezing the ground and coating the leaves overhead with a layer of frost.

The little wooden puppet continued to swing...