General Zuo said, "So it was those three. They had been ordered to capture Profound Yin Netherfrost. They must have pressed it too hard, forcing it to flee here. Who would have thought it would run into your three disciples? This, too, is fate. There is no need to take it too much to heart. Come, drink."
Yan Chihuo thought, This General Zuo really has no idea how to speak. Three disciples died, yet he says not to take it to heart.
Sure enough, Jiao Lin's expression darkened. He asked again, "Other than those three, who else died at Profound Yin Netherfrost's hands?"
Yan Chihuo said, "Four ghosts from Yin Sand Valley. One of them was at the Origin Core Stage. Besides that, there seemed to be some of the princes' subordinates as well."
Upon hearing that Yin Sand Valley had lost four ghosts as well, Jiao Lin's expression improved slightly. General Zuo said, "Sect Master Jiao, why can't you let it go? The dead are dead—can you bring them back to life? Come, come, come, drink."
Jiao Lin knew that behind General Zuo stood a confidant of the Heaven's Equal King, someone he could not afford to offend. He could only swallow his anger and take out another jar of spirit wine.
Yan Chihuo said, "I shall take my leave."
"Where do you think you're going? Sit down too and drink a few cups with me." General Zuo grabbed Yan Chihuo and pulled him back. Jiao Lin said, "Have a few drinks with him as well."
Helpless, Yan Chihuo could only pick up a wine cup and sit to one side. General Zuo was truly a heavy drinker. Yan Chihuo had only drunk a few cups, while General Zuo had already downed more than half a jar.
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