"Both she and I underestimated your strength."
"She?"
"Lord Jian Yi." The Cloud Sea Sword Spirit conveyed its master's words in Qiao Wanjun's tone.
"Hehe~" Even the thick-skinned Lu Ran couldn't help but scratch his head sheepishly at this moment.
Receiving maternal approval is, of course, something to be proud of.
"Hehe~" The Cloud Sea Sword Spirit let out a gentle laugh.
It's uncertain whether the Sword Spirit was amused by Lu Ran's expression or was repeating Qiao Wanjun's laughter.
It's most likely the former.
Lu Ran didn't think that the Cloud Sea Sword Spirit would imitate his laughter for Qiao Wanjun to hear.
After all, from a certain perspective, the Sword Spirit is also like a mother, equally reserved, so how could it possibly do such a thing...
"The stone sculptures of North Wind Divine Mountain stand tall, specifically recruiting strong allies to resist the Ran Sect, yet you still easily took this mountain." Qiao Wanjun said softly.
