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"It's impossible. Although my master's cultivation is slightly inferior to that thief's, how could he not even have the chance to escape or cry for help?" The young man's face turned deathly pale as he spoke with disbelief.
"Hmph, what do you know? It's not just any early Nascent Soul cultivator; that person has even killed cultivators of the same rank before. It's not surprising that your master was killed without warning by him. But tell us everything exactly as Old Xiao told you, and make sure you're being completely honest," Ge Tianhao replied with a cold snort, a clear note of irritation in his voice.
At that moment, Lin Yinping extended her divine sense to rapidly search the area, and suddenly, with a sway of her slim waist, she appeared seven or eight zhang away at a particular spot. She reached down and picked up an object from the ground, her face turning suddenly ugly as she examined it.
