The Wangwu group fled, with Lin Shuangyu leading the pursuit and shouting, "Don't go, everyone!"
Su Jing was also exceedingly reluctant. "Wait..." He repeatedly leaped out from Lin Shuangyu's sword light, using the Tide-Watching Sword to slash at the several sword lights ahead, but how could he possibly hit them?
Liu Xiaolou and the others followed behind as well, hoping to find an opportunity to reap some benefits.
But when their realms were equal, stopping an enemy bent on escape was already one of the great challenges of spell duels in the Cultivation World. Besides, the other side also had Li Xinwu—however, Zhuo Ling was not the least bit afraid, because when he was eight years old in a London prison, he had seen people and things far more terrifying. Dark places tempered people best, and the darkness he had experienced at eight had forged skills that would serve him for life.
This was a special reward. Since Chen Feng had neither accepted nor completed the mission, it counted as a special contribution and could not be bestowed directly. Moreover, the Production Association had its own rules, so it could only grant the highest reward available for the level of missions Chen Feng could currently accept.
Zhuo Ling's head spun as the aftereffects of the baijiu hit him. He released the captain and staggered forward in a rush.
Su Han said, "Originally, I wanted to wait for the right opportunity too, but if I'm resigning and going out of town with you, then I have to tell them about it in advance."
A few minutes later, Jiang Han still had not actually chopped into the huge iron pot, and the pot no longer ran around wildly.
It was clearly something similar to what happened with Li Chaolu, yet it could