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Three days later.
Jiang Ding silently gazed upon a familiar-looking severed head, along with a storage bag that was delivered alongside it.
"The punishment was too severe... this woman alone would have sufficed."
He sighed softly.
Liu SanQi kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart as if he had heard nothing.
"No sooner had the two Senior Brothers left their retreat than they became so busy for the sake of their Junior Brother."
Jiang Ding showed a touched expression.
"With the leadership of the Senior Brother and Second Brother, why worry about the Sect's inability to drive out Xuetu Hall and revive our great cause?"
A stream of light blue Sword Qi flew by, turning the woman's head into crumb powder, scattering with the wind.
Liu SanQi let out a sigh of relief.
