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Pei Ling smiled faintly. "Are you that important? Why would I hate you?" Jiang Miaomiao meant nothing to him, so he felt nothing in particular about her, good or bad.

Jiang Miaomiao understood what Pei Ling meant and burst into tears. The little girl had been spoiled rotten, but she was not especially stupid. She could understand some things.

Qiao Ranran clicked her tongue and tugged Pei Ling's hand, signaling that he had better stop talking. The girl was unlikeable, true, but they had no need to stoop to her level. As long as the girl stayed out of her way, Qiao Ranran could pretend she did not see her. But if the girl provoked Pei Ling, Qiao Ranran suspected he might not have a rule against hitting women.

"We'll go on ahead." There was no need to get tangled up with these people. Qiao Ranran summoned the Crimson Grass Sword, grabbed Pei Ling, and fled.

Yan Qingsui spread his hands. "Guess I'll go on ahead too." With that, he slipped away using Sword Flight.

The others were left staring at one another. They had just come through a battle and spent most of their Spiritual Power, which was why they had stopped here to recover. Their Spiritual Power had yet to return. Even if they caught up with Yan Qingsui and the others, they would have nothing left to sustain them. If they encountered danger, they would not even be able to protect themselves. Then they really would be the "dead weight" Yan Qingsui had called them.

Xiang Rongxi sighed. "Everyone, sit down and recover your Spiritual Power. The Central Spirit Hall won't wait for us." He glanced at Jiang Miaomiao, who was crying her eyes out. As far as he was concerned, she had brought it on herself.