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Walking down the busy street, the three of them fell silent.
It wasn't that they didn't want to save Gui Zhihang, but facing off against the royal court with their strength was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, easily crushed. Moreover, it would endanger their families and friends, so it was not an option.
"Damn it!"
Mu Ling suddenly cursed fiercely.
As a young king in the Martial World, he had just had to endure mockery and yelling from a jailer—the thought filled him with churning anger.
"I'm heading back to the inn first, call me if you need anything."
At a crossroads, Duanmu Keren bade them farewell without turning back, not wanting the others to see the sorrow in her brows.
She was a woman determined to stand proudly above the Martial World, never finding anything too difficult to overcome; one could only imagine how deeply Gui Zhihang's situation had affected her.
Shi Xiaole silently heaved a sigh.
