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Hearing that voice, Hong Yulong's first reaction was, "I don't deny it." He turned to ask Gu Pingdongluo, but instead glanced at Mu Qinglong. The two shared a subtle understanding, their eyes meeting in a silent agreement.
The Six Little Mice and the Jade Void Sect could have left by now, but the situation felt like they had fallen into a quagmire, unable to extricate themselves.
"Damn it," Gan Yuan cursed inwardly. In such a situation, he couldn't deny it either. He had control over things; how could he just give up? Did he want to follow the Moon River Sect and cause trouble? He would wait for the right moment to strike. It seemed he had become the target of everyone's attention.
It appeared that he didn't want to leave, and Heaven didn't want him to leave either. Hong Yulong slightly shifted his body, facing the members of the Ming Huang Sect.
"I can leave; they won't stop me," he swore. Truly, he could swear that no one would stop him. Luchenzhou began his usual banter again. Most of his words were meaningless, but there was no one to silence him.
"Red Fool." Every time he spoke those words, it was always directed at Wei Wuyou. The two had grown up in the same city, studied together, and played together until one went to Lutuo Pavilion and the other to Ming Huang Sect. Were they enemies? Perhaps.
"Hey, I’m not cursing him; if there's something going on, don’t let him leave! I’d rather keep him here," Luchenzhou retorted.
"Red Fool," Wei Wuyou repeated.
Luchenzhou knew that whatever he said would only elicit those two words in response, so he decided not to make a fool of himself again. Instead, he suggested to Cursed Ruby Dragon that they should play rock-paper-scissors; whoever lost would have to leave.
"Red Fool." That time Wei Wuyou cursed again, while Hong Ling chimed in with her own insults. How could there be such despicable people?
Finally, Luchenzhou's mouth twitched in annoyance as Yi Dong managed to close his mouth for once.
They had the numbers on their side. Mu Qinglong was well aware of their advantage; with so many of them taking turns using Azure Leaf, it would be enough to wear down Hong Yulong.
He is stronger than us. Hong Yulong is very assertive, yet he hasn't lost his composure. I don't deny that he is quite formidable, seeking to surpass those in front of him by a significant margin. Although the Pseudo Golden Elixir hasn't established a foundation, I don't deny that several foundation-builders could easily defeat him with their treasures. At the very least, he feels that no one present can stop him.
Do I really want to fight to the bitter end there?
Why not seek a permanent solution?
The two of them showed no signs of compromise. Despite everyone present having similar opinions, who held the advantage made a huge difference. If anyone was to hold the upper hand, it would undoubtedly be Sky's End Tower. Even if Feiyuxuzong were to gain an advantage, they would still be weaker than Sky's End Tower.
It would be better to listen together. Mu Qinglong took a step back; when he received orders, he was clearly instructed that it wasn't necessary to obtain that Dao Canon. Previously, I don't deny that they made it impossible for everyone to access The Book of Radiant Path. If they could see who held the book, they would destroy it and kill the person; the mission would be complete without needing to clash with those in front of them.
Alright. Hong Yulong nodded. That Singer, I loudly asked them where those two had gone.
The objective was to confirm Yi Dong again; I don't deny there was a middle-aged man and a young man, both dressed quite new that day, as if they had just bought their clothes. Were those the two? The Singer asked once more, while Hong Yulong kept staring at her, making her feel somewhat frightened; her voice trembled as she spoke.
Hong Yulong looked at Hong Ling, who nodded. When Chen Xiaoliu was killed, they were indeed in the clothing store; no one could overlook the clues found there. So going to the clothing store could mean buying clothes and changing identities. Jinchuan's escape tactic was truly executed flawlessly by that kid named Gu Ping.
No.
That day, while I was playing nearby, I accidentally overheard them mention an ancient city with a Bamboo Platform; it seemed they were headed in that direction.
Liu Jia listened, feeling skeptical. If they were truly outside Liu Xia's territory, he should have discovered it by now. But until now... that letter from earlier. Liu Jia secretly reached into his pocket while everyone's attention was focused on the Singer and opened the letter for a quick glance.
I don't deny it; the Singer is lying. The ancient city and Bamboo Platform are indeed the shortest route to Mo Ming Academy, but he doesn't believe it. Liu Jia's intuition told him that Gu Ping Ci must be outside Great Jin's territory.
Great Jin was unlike Liu Xia, which was a small nation without a Sect to rely on. It could only depend on the support of the neighboring Dongtang Ink Name Academy. This was why Liu Qi had colluded with the Ninth Underworld, leading to the cooperation between the Moon River Sect and Ming Huang Sect, as well as Lutuo Pavilion.
Now that Liu Qi was dead, there were whispers about what would happen next. What should he do? Should he continue to follow them? He did not deny it. As he returned to the Imperial Capital, Keke found himself closer to imperial power than ever before. Now he sought to return to the Imperial Capital, which meant that the throne of power could potentially belong to Liu Jia.
Should he go back? Liu Jia hesitated. The imperial power was difficult to reclaim without Sect support. If they could bring a Major Sect into their territory, then Liu Xia would also have a chance to become a strong nation like Great Jin.
Liu Jia looked at Leng Gucun and gently shook his head. Leng Gucun frowned. How could a Singer dare to lie in front of such a crowd? Who gave her the courage? It was simply absurd.
"Jue," Hong Yulong said after listening to the Singer, and then directly took his people away. Buqi had no leads, and they were eager to leave; now that they had a clue, there was even less reason to abandon Coco.
"Is it possible?" Leng Gucun asked Liu Jia. The prince before Minghong seemed like an ordinary mortal, at least in Liu Xia's territory; there were some things worth considering.
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