A Sigh

"Come back with me and admit your mistake."

Yang Qingmu's voice echoed in layers. Looking at Song Qingyun, who remained seated calmly, his coldness gradually faded, and his gaze grew sincere:

He said softly:

"I know you must have your own plans, and something to rely on. But it's useless. This is Nanyan City. Whatever you're counting on, it won't help you."

Yang Qingmu stressed:

"You know how powerful Jie Realm martial artists are."

Song Qingyun gradually fell silent. The smile on his face slowly vanished.

Looking at his former friend, whose expression was sincere and gaze earnest, he lowered his eyes slightly. His voice turned heavy:

"Prefect, he won't come."

Song Qingyun's tone was certain.

At this, Yang Qingmu's gaze gradually turned cold. He said thoughtfully:

"So someone in the Dream Star Sect has reached the Jie Realm?"

Before he had even finished speaking, he shook his head and dismissed the thought.

If someone in the Dream Star Sect had reached the Jie Realm, then this would no longer be Nanyan Prefecture suppressing a rebellion. The Dream Star Sect would be openly rebelling and taking over territory.

Besides, how could reaching the Jie Realm be so easy?

Song Qingyun gave a sighing laugh at this, neither confirming nor denying it. He made no direct reply.

"Obstinate fool!"

The man beside Yang Qingmu, his entire body wreathed in clear light, suddenly snorted. He cut off Yang Qingmu's further attempt to persuade Song Qingyun, stepped forward, and strode one pace closer.

Crack! Crack!

Crack!

In an instant, the sharp, thin threads that had already writhed halfway up their bodies froze, then snapped apart inch by inch, shattering into tiny fragments.

Evil Tiger was seething with bloodlust. He growled:

"Don't waste any more time. Let's cut this bastard down first!"

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