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Ye Sheng hadn't expected that she still hadn't found He Xuan's whereabouts on her side when her junior brothers and sisters were already scared.
The cause was this: as first sect disciples, trained by elites since childhood, each of them, when sent out independently, was formidable. They wanted to test the waves of foreign masters, so they first monitored and defended to speculate and then set a trap, seeking to be prudent and cautious. However, when they had finished arranging and were ready to start a fight...
"They are staying here, I'm sure of it. It's too quiet,"
"What's going on? This smell..."
The smell of blood.
The two disciples looked at each other, sensing something ominous, and they both slipped into the hut in the dark.
Then obviously, where there was the smell of blood, there was naturally blood.
Three people were dead inside.
A sword sealed the throat.
