Whoosh!
The astral gale was bitterly cold.
Daoist Xuan He felt only the raging wind, like blade after blade slicing across his face.
Yet that cultivator Fang Lang could carry both him and his junior sister while maintaining such astonishing escape speed. He clearly surpassed the sect's "Nine Nether Demon Salamander," marking him as an expert among the unorthodox paths. Xuan He could not help regretting his actions.
If he had known earlier that this man possessed such strength, he would never have provoked him, no matter what.
Even if they had forged a grudge, he should have waited until he returned to the sect before finding an excuse to incite his elders to stand up for him. He absolutely should not have ended up in his present predicament.
This man... is absolutely a murderous talent among the unorthodox paths! Has cultivating his techniques driven him out of his mind? How dare he attack Yuan Yin Temple's mountain gate?
Daoist Xuan He thought of even more.
No matter how formidable Fang Lang's Daoist Arts are, he'll eventually be suppressed by my sect's elders. But I'm afraid I won't survive, and there's also Junior Sister...
At that moment, the regret in his heart surged a hundredfold, a thousandfold.
If I had known this would happen, an apology would have settled everything. How did it come to this?
It had to be said that after displaying his strength, Zhong Shenxiu had at least earned the right to be taken seriously in this cultivator's heart.
What Xuan He did not know was that this was also because Zhong Shenxiu had deliberately made a scene.
After all, Zhong Shenxiu had recently been looking for an excuse to enter the cultivation world under the identity of "Fang Lang" and make a name for himself.
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