"Ouyang Bing!!"
Seeing the figure that had suddenly appeared, Shi Gu's face twisted even further as he spat out three words in a low voice.
"Get lost now, or stay here forever."
Ouyang Bing swept his gaze across everyone present before finally letting it settle on Shi Gu. He spoke softly.
"Sect Master..."
Xie Qingyun wanted to say something upon hearing this.
But Shi Gu had already fled swiftly to one side. In the blink of an eye, he was far away, though his crazed, unrestrained laughter still drifted back from afar.
"Ouyang Bing, you don't dare kill me... Hahaha... You don't dare kill me!!"
The voice grew more and more distant until it was barely audible.
"Sect Master, why did you let him go? That bastard dared to openly attack us, and was even arrogant enough to try to keep me here as well. Even if we killed him, what could the White Dragon Gang possibly say!"
"Even if that Black Dragon fellow wants war, our Seven Forms Sect will never fear the White Dragon Gang in the slightest..."
Xie Qingyun clenched her fists, her aura surging around her. At last, she could no longer hold back and spoke, her eyes filled with incomprehension as she looked at Ouyang Bing.
"Let this matter end here. Stop talking. Go back to Qingniao Institute and collect your share of March's resources. Go home..."
Facing Xie Qingyun's baffled expression, Ouyang Bing was silent for a long while. In the end, he merely left behind those words. The next moment, his figure vanished from atop the ancient tree.
Watching Ouyang Bing disappear from sight, a trace of unwillingness flashed across Xie Qingyun's face. Yet she ultimately said nothing further. The green gleam faded, and the abnormalities on her body returned to normal.
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