"Pah!"
A Qingluo Sect Disciple suddenly stepped out from the crowd and fiercely spat a thick phlegm right onto Wen Tianyu's bloodied and mangled face!
"Shameless thing, what a disgrace! To think I was of the same sect as scum like you, even trying to frame Sister Luluo. I once called you 'brother,' pah!"
"Bravo, man!"
Ye Zhen gave a thumbs up to the Qingluo Sect disciple from the side, "Qingluo Sect indeed has true men, brother, I'll treat you to a celebratory drink another day!"
"Alright!"
When that Qingluo Sect disciple roared his agreement, another disciple from the Qingluo Sect stepped up, spat out two more blobs of phlegm fiercely, and even kicked Wen Tianyu.
"Good! Good! Good! The men of my Qingluo Sect are not yet extinct. Having few like you is enough, enough!" True Person Bixin also exclaimed excitedly.
