After this little interlude, the headmaster of Wuliangjian Sect did not stay long, leaving space for the three.,Lan Yun'e, with a single glance, saw through Yun Xiaomeng's thoughts. Perhaps due to some unknown psychological impulse, she intentionally puffed out her chest, making Yun Xiaomeng even more envious.,A sword cry echoed through the hall, its intent piercing the heavens.。