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Huo Wuya snapped back to reality, his brow twitching uncontrollably.
So the martial arts prodigy he had eyes on, finally comes to the sect, and Zi Wenzhong starts fighting him right away?!
Nonetheless, he harbored a glimmer of hope and asked, "It's probably just sparring, right? Wenzhong wouldn't actually harm a junior."
Chai Haochuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Judging by the Purple Peak Master's posture, it seems like he's being serious…"
Crack—
A terrifying pressure spread out, covering the teacup on the table with a dense web of cracks.
Ji Hongxiu's dark hair moved without wind, her face covered with frost, her voice cold, "If I'm not mistaken, Zi Wenzhong is a First Grade Grandmaster, right? Bullying the young, oppressing with force—is this the rule of Martial Saint Mountain? Truly eye-opening for me!"
"Daoist Venerable, calm down, there's definitely a misunderstanding…" Huo Wuya's throat moved.
Actually, he could roughly guess what was going on.
