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Qin Shaofeng's vision went dark again.
He dared to guarantee that if the man before him were not the Seven Stars Sect Master, and if they were not in front of so many people, he would definitely have rewarded Chen Xing with a good hard knock on the head.
What the hell was this?
They had already made it perfectly clear that they were going to tear their faces apart with them, yet he chose this moment to say something like that?
What did that mean?
What if they really said, "We know we were wrong. I'm going right now"? What then?
What would they do once the enemy turned back, gathered their forces, and came charging over again?
With victory already in their grasp by then, would they still care about words like yours?
You're the master of a sect, for crying out loud. How could you say something like that?
"Chen Xing, have you finally decided to come back?"
Several people immediately emerged from behind the opposing crowd.
The man at the front did not look particularly old. He held a folding fan and wore robes that gave him an air of refined elegance.
Most of his attire seemed somewhat out of place in winter.
Yet whenever he waved the folding fan in his hand, he sent the goose-feather snowflakes drifting down from the sky flying away, ensuring that not a single flake fell within several meters around him.
That move alone made it clear that this man's cultivation and combat strength were anything but ordinary.
And the person behind him was none other than Yan Xie.
When Yan Xie saw them again, it was truly a case of enemies meeting with their eyes burning red.
He suddenly pointed at Qin Shaofeng and Chen Xing, shouting,