"Pay their blood debt to us?" Mu Northson was startled, but then he frantically rose to his feet. "Senior apprentice-brother, this is my personal feud; even if I die, it doesn't matter. But you…"
"No need to say another word."
Ning shook his head, his gaze distant. "I've been wanting to fight with the Youngflame clan for quite some time now, but I've been biding my time and just enduring it for many years…it's time to resolve this matter."
"Senior apprentice-brother…" Northson was both frantic and worried. Although his heart was now filled with boundless hatred, he knew exactly how powerful the Youngflame clan was; from their battle against those four Celestial Immortals, Northson learned that there was still a significant difference in power between his senior apprentice-brother and the Youngflame clan. Thus, he didn't wish for Ning to put himself in mortal danger!
"Wait here for me." Turning his head, Ning strode out from the room.
