The little one certainly would not let Zhao Xin kill anyone, so a helpless Ling Yun had no choice but to let Shangguan Fei go, and he was even less likely to make things difficult for Chen Yan.
This way, Ling Yun amounted to making a forced sale, which for Chen Yan was nothing short of extraordinary luck.
Yet Chen Yan was unaware that, as she held the little one's antidote pill in her hand, her body was still trembling.
Just like Shangguan Fei, she was terrified of Master Ma of Heavenly Gate and Zhao Xin.
"It must be that handsome uncle is too handsome, he scared them all," Beibei said.
Ling Yun: "..."
Was being good-looking also a crime? Beibei's words were far too sophistical, yet Ling Yun also rather liked Beibei's brand of humor.
"Thank you!"
After handing over ten thousand top-grade Spirit Stones, Chen Yan was drenched in sweat, feeling as though she had just cheated death.
Master Ma let out a sigh and said, "You're in luck."
The moment Shangguan Fei stood up, his legs went soft again, and upon seeing the Dragon Bone Sword lying casually on the ground, he was instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
My goodness!
As it turned out, this private room was precisely 309!
Shangguan Fei had no clear recollection of how he managed to walk out the door, feeling utterly like a soul that had lost its body.
Chen Yan felt much the same upon returning to her own private room, her mind replaying Master Ma's parting words: you're in luck.
What on earth did that phrase mean? She was having the worst possible luck, so how could she possibly be in luck, leaving her with a wry smile at the corner of her mouth.
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