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"He really will do just about anything," Zhu Minglang said.
In a world so vast, truly nothing is impossible.
"Let me tell you, these convicts are not your average criminals; they're all incredibly vicious cultivators with formidable strength. They're cold-blooded killers, each one a seasoned demon lord. Some of the faint-hearted don't even dare to watch, let alone participate in this hunting festival," Luo Shaoyan said.
"So you're taking part?" Zhu Minglang asked with a smile.
"Heh, I've signed up. I won't lie to you—I've recently taken a liking to a junior at school who's rather fond of these bloody games. I've asked her out for drinks, to admire the plum blossoms, and to hot springs, but she's not interested. She even challenged me, saying that if I'm really a man, I should join the hunt and rub shoulders with those cold-blooded demon lords..." Luo Shaoyan said with some embarrassment.
"I tend to prefer peace," Zhu Minglang said, shaking his head to refuse.
