Gao Yangquan turned around and found Mo Xuan, his face pale, standing behind him with a hand pressed to his chest. He had no idea when he had arrived.
"Cough, cough. Agree to it. Once we return, I'll have someone pay this expense."
Mo Xuan could not help coughing several times. His face grew even paler, utterly bloodless.
Clearly,
That slash from Yang Qingyun had left him seriously wounded.
"There may be some of the sect's secret inheritances in Senior Brother's storage space. If you don't want to invite trouble, you'd best not cultivate them."
"The sect has always shown no mercy whatsoever when it comes to the leakage of direct-line inheritances."
Mo Xuan looked at Yang Qingyun and gave him a serious warning.
He actually did not know what was inside Gu Wanchun's storage space.
Besides, even if it truly contained a direct-line inheritance of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, it would certainly have restrictions to prevent it from being leaked,
But Mo Xuan still kindly offered him a reminder.
He gazed deeply at Yang Qingyun, as if he wanted to carve his appearance into his memory.
It was this very man who had been born in such a remote and barren place, yet had easily defeated him, a disciple of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, and left him far behind!
With a single slash,
He had crushed him in an instant!
It could be said that,
This was the most crushing defeat he had ever suffered among his peers in his entire life!
Being killed in a single blow—this was a defeat of such utter humiliation as he had never experienced before!
So much so that even now, he was still somewhat dazed.
"Cough, cough. I'll remember you. Before we meet again, I absolutely will not lose another time!"
Yang