"Long Yan, I'm asking you one last time, aren't you going to give an explanation?"
Tu Qianhao said, word by word, every word bringing a heavy tone.
"Either we let this matter slide, or the Refining God Sect endures more deaths, it's up to you to choose."
Long Yan's expression didn't change much, this was his attitude, and his explanation. Making Zhenyang Sect pay the price was impossible.
"Big talk."
The Young Master of Chunqiu chuckled, "Long Yan, do you think this is your Zhenyang Sect? This is Lian Tian City, the Refining God Sect's territory, you can't boss us around. One wrong move and you will pay the price. If you have the guts, just try it. I promise to turn you into a corpse."
Long Yan had no advantages of time, geography, or support. As long as Long Yan made a move, the Refining God Sect would certainly make him pay a painful price. This was what he wanted to see most of all.
"Oh really?"
