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Fuck you!
Wang Qizheng's furtive pleading demeanor turned fierce.
He knew that showing weakness was utterly useless among his fellow sect members.
"Senior Brother!" he hurriedly bowed with his hands clasped towards Song Yin.
Song Yin, however, waved his hand and said with a smile, "My fellow disciples, there's no need to worry. What the Second Junior Brother desires is also what I desire. When it comes to accomplishments, Junior Brothers and Sisters are in no way inferior, and besides... as fellow disciples and brothers in the sect, if you don't wish to leave the mountain, how could I, as your Senior Brother, forcibly drive you away?"
With that said, he stretched out his hand and pointed towards the distance a few times, and immediately, mountain peaks as tall as those crimson ones rose up from the ground.
