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At the foot of Qingyun Mountain.
Daoist Tai Hua and Su Changyu walked over, appearing extremely fatigued.
Since they left the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, they traveled for an entire night and had just returned to the Qingyun Dao Sect.
Seeing the familiar place, Daoist Tai Hua and Su Changyu couldn't help but finally smile.
"Master, if you do such things again, you have to leave sneakily and carefully, don't let me discover anything."
Su Changyu said helplessly.
Daoist Tai Hua was rather annoyed, but he knew that Su Changyu was just joking. If something like that really happened again, he would still choose to follow him.
"Let's rest well for the next two days. After we recuperate, we'll go down the mountain to create a flying sword for your little Junior Brother."
Daoist Tai Hua said seriously.
Su Changyu immediately nodded.