"I want my father." Xiao Douya was reluctant to leave. Wuyou held him and dashed to the clouds. Yan Wu followed Liu Ruoshui back to Kunlun.

"Head, you come back finally." A young disciple came to greet Wuyou.

"What happened?"

"Some refugees who we've taken in had conflicts with young disciples, so they burnt the practice room at midnight." The young disciple said, as he gnashed his teeth. In his opinion, the wicked common people did not know how to ...