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In the Holy Sect Drum Hall, Master Jiao Zhu was engulfed in a wave of anger, declaring a stern "no entry" as he sat inside.
The surrounding people prudently withdrew, leaving only two guardians.
The two guardians, a man and a woman, had their lips sewn shut with purple thread, enduring some sort of silent torture, their appearances quite bizarre.
After a while, footsteps could be heard.
Jiao Liecheng entered the hall and noticed that there was neither a disciple nor a servant around. Seeing his master's chest heaving violently and his whole being exuding an aura fierce as a tiger, he roughly understood.
"Uncle, have you made any progress?" Jiao Liecheng stepped forward and asked.
"Hmph, do you know what cultivation that bastard has now?" Master Jiao Zhu said coldly.
Jiao Liecheng wasn't sure either; the opponent was indeed stronger than him, but he didn't dare to conclude what realm they had reached.
