The anger in Murong Yong's heart rose steadily. Veins popped up on his forehead, and his breathing was heavy. He gritted his teeth so hard that the muscles on both sides of his face tightened, as if he was a volcano that was about to erupt at any moment.
Murong Yong clenched his fists tightly. His anger calmed down.
He had been in the military for many years and was no longer the brat who had rushed forward with his fists in a fit of anger after being provoked by a few veterans when he first entered the military camp at the age of 14 or 15.
The blood and killing on the battlefield had taught him a lot.
Murong Yong tried his best to calm down. At this moment, a yellow shadow flashed in the corner of his eye. Shangqing Spiritual Master slowly walked to his side.
