"You, you..." Zuo Mjun was so mad he almost spat blood, his finger trembling uncontrollably as it pointed at Chu Feng. His face flushed red with anger, he simply couldn't utter anything useful.
"Alright, alright, slaughtering fellow disciples is your Pure Yang Immortal Sect's business. Don't whine about it here."
Chu Feng impatiently waved his hand, not bothering to argue with Zuo Mjun.
Right now, Zuo Mjun stood before Chu Feng, a favorable position that allowed only Chu Feng to make a move against him.
"Everyone, keep your mouths shut. If anyone dares to infight again, don't blame me, the Chief Clerk, for being ruthless." Chief Clerk Feihong shouted sternly.
Now, with a mysterious old woman blocking the way ahead, Zuo Mjun was still daring to cause trouble for Chu Feng, truly unaware of the impending danger.
