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"Hmm, hit by the Demon Cult's ruffians with a judge's pen,"
Ling Zhaoheng added from the side, "There were many of the Demon Cult's ruffians in the village inn. The eldest disciple and Master covered our retreat, that's how he got injured."
Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Huashan Sect had a few more shades of admiration in their eyes.
They had always heard of Zhao Rong's reputation and had thought he would be a brash and flamboyant youth. They hadn't expected the actual person to be so humble and composed.
This actually made them feel quite a bit of goodwill towards him.
Lao Denuo asked, "Brother Zhao, were there many Demon Cult masters in that village inn?"
Zhao Rong shook his head, "I don't think they were as strong as the ones who tried to intercept Uncle Sun, but just after we had left, another group of people arrived. If we had left a bit later today, the outcome would have been hard to say."
Everyone sensed the danger in his words.
