Pfft!
Hanging Ghost finally spat out a mouthful of blood.
He stared into the distance, his eyes blazing!
I just don't get it. Are you never going to stop? Was saying it to my face not enough? You've gone dozens of miles away, and you're still yammering on?!
Wen Xingtian, you're actually a fucking woman, aren't you!
Fuck!
The group from Hidden Dragon High Martial had traveled two hundred li, and Wen Xingtian was still roaring with laughter at the top of his lungs.
Everyone else's faces, however, were twisted.
A few remarks should have been enough.
Why wouldn't he let it end!
Come to think of it, everyone was used to being an example to their students, as well as fond of playing the teacher. They always cherished their feathers and habitually wore a solemn, dignified air, so they really were rather unaccustomed to the Wen Xingtian they saw today!
Yet Ye Changqing, the one who most ought to have spoken up, had made the rare choice not to stop him.
Because he knew Wen Xingtian was using this method to tell Zuo Xiaoduo, "We're here, and we've brought quite a few people!"
If you can't hold on, come this way.
But right now, Ye Changqing's heart was filled with nothing but heaviness.
The incident at Centipede Valley alone had drawn several thousand people here.
And the people he had brought were absolutely no match for that force!
As long as Zuo Xiaoduo stayed out of sight, they would not readily dare attack the people from Hidden Dragon High Martial.
But if Zuo Xiaoduo appeared, it would give them a reason to act!
Without him appearing, it was a matter of people of the martial world facing a state institution.
Once he appeared, it would become a pack