"So Xie Wenren was telling the truth!"
Seated in the chair, Cen Fuda saw his henchmen scatter in all directions, including the four servants who were carrying his chair.
"Damn it! Take me with you! If I die, none of you will live either!"
After screaming, those four servants then came back and carried him as they ran. Yet, Pei Yuanjing of the Flame Cloud Sect remained proud and unmoved, silently watching.
Li Ping'an looked up and mocked:
"Boy, you, a cultivator of the Flame Cloud Sect, rely on these riffraff and thugs to bolster your stance. It seems you are no different from Xie Wenren. Enough with this pretense, you should leave now to avoid ending up like Xie Wenren! And besides, the ghost is about to come out! When that happens, you'll not be able to escape!"
"Do I, Pei Yuanjing, need these vermin to make me look imposing? Truly laughable!"
