“I’m not going back. If I go back now, people will say that I’m afraid of death. Even if I have to grit my teeth, I will persevere to the far west.”Yun Chujiu said with a smile.
Leng Kui was not stupid. He naturally knew that Yun Chujiu was listening to him. He flung his sleeves and ignored this fellow. He turned around and went to another cabin.
In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. During this time, Master Xiahou finally realized that Leng Kui and Yun Chujiu had not returned to the origin-killing sect.
When Leng Kui received Master Xiahou’s message, he immediately wanted to return to the origin-killing sect. However, he had a bad bag by his side, so he could only grit his teeth and disobey the order.
Master Xiahou was so angry that he stomped his feet, but there was nothing he could do.
On this day, the flying spirit tool landed in Mingsha City.
