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Seeing Zhang Fei Xuan's almost tearful rage and Wang Qizheng's shaking figure like a sieve, Gao Sishu was utterly baffled.
Just a few words, and you're talking about death?
"Stop kidding!"
Gao Sishu picked himself up, rubbed his swollen and painful face, and said, "Have you both lost your minds? Why go looking for death at A Voiceless, Silent Sect?"
"You think we want to? It's Big Senior Brother who wants to, it's all his idea!" Zhang Fei Xuan said angrily.
I don't care about all that, I'm leaving, I don't want to argue with you. If you want to stay at Jinxian Sect, that's your business, but I'm not interested."
With that terrifying Song Yin not around, only these two sorry figures...
This is a perfect opportunity to escape.
But as he moved, a blood-red line shot toward him quickly, binding him like a rope.
Gao Sishu was taken aback and saw Zhang Fei Xuan holding the Treasure Pestle, with one of its forks connected to the blood-red line.
