Inside the room, Fan Ming felt his mouth suddenly disappear, as though the organ had been a superfluous addition to his face.
Superfluous? A big mouth?
He abruptly looked up toward the Moon-Gazing Pavilion in terror, crying out repeatedly in his mind, Lin Xiang, I was wrong! I shouldn't have opened my big mouth! Please give it back. This feels so strange...!
Sitting beside him, Ren Ye also noticed something wrong with Fan Ming and felt frightened himself.
After all, Brother Ming was a rare-class player, and apparently a fourth-tier player at that. Out in the wider world, someone of his caliber could strike terror into countless people.
Yet the master atop the Moon-Gazing Pavilion had stripped him of his right to speak without even showing his face...
To borrow an internet phrase-terrifying beyond belief.
At that thought, Ren Ye reacted swiftly, addressing Fan Ming, "Brother Fan, oh, Brother Fan! How could you casually tell me such an important secret? You really can't keep your mouth shut... Forget it, forget it. I'll pretend I never heard it. Is there anything else? If not... there's the door...!"
Afraid of being "forcibly silenced" himself, he immediately distanced himself from the other man.
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Fan Ming froze, then pointed at Ren Ye with a trembling right arm. He desperately wanted to grit his teeth, but couldn't feel them. In the end, he could only give him a look that said, You ungrateful bastard, before fleeing in disgrace.
Atop the Moon-Gazing Pavilion.
After giving Fan Ming a small punishment for his loose tongue, Lin Xiang leisurely raised his teacup.
He gazed at the Milky Way and the bright moon overhead, looking at the canopy of eternal night above Vermilion Bird City, his expression somewhat dazed.
"Ren Daguo is seeking the Demon Monk for