"Master's...breathing..."
Zhang Yu stood in front of the villa's window.
His breathing became heavy, and his voice was slightly trembling.
In just a few seconds.
He sensed Sun Yihe's breathing, visibly plummeting from peak to valley.
Until...completely disappearing.
As a disciple, how could he watch his Master's death?
Even though Sun Yihe had issued a death order previously.
But Zhang Yu could no longer care about that.
He immediately prepared to rush to the villa to check on Sun Yihe's situation.
Not only Zhang Yu.
Every disciple of Sun Yihe.
At this moment, they all prepared to make the same choice.
"Stop, every one of you!"
But at this time,
Sun Yihe's voice unexpectedly came again.
"I'm just fucking unable to move, only pretending to be dead, so don't fucking expose me."
"It's all because you never practice seriously."
"If your realm of the Seven Demon Mental Method was higher, you wouldn't have thought I was dead"
"Stay put!!"
