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The mountain wind howled, and the distant sounds of slaughter echoed faintly in their ears. Thunder rumbled and lightning split the sky from time to time. Seven Foundation Establishment cultivators stood upon the Quicksand encampment, the air between them sharp as drawn blades, heavy with killing intent.
While Han Zheng demanded an answer, Luo Chen merely stood in silence. That silence caused the darkness on Han Zheng's face to deepen until it seemed to turn into an abyss. Behind him, his four senior brothers from the Falling Cloud Sect tensed up; spirit light pulsed faintly around them as they prepared to strike at the slightest sign of provocation.
Then, unexpectedly, Han Zheng smiled. "Very well. You've got guts. I'll remember this."
The others looked at him in disbelief as he waved a hand lightly. "We're leaving."
"Junior brother…" one began hesitantly.
"I said we're going!" Han Zheng barked.
With that, he turned and departed without another word. His four companions threw venomous glares at Luo Chen and Chu Kui before following close behind.
As they vanished into the distance, Chu Kui let out a long and heavy breath. The sound alone betrayed the tension he had been holding within. He had been prepared to fight beside Luo Chen, even if it meant facing five True Inheritors of the Falling Cloud Sect at once. Still catching his breath, he looked toward Luo Chen, who stood as calm as before.
"Where's that silver tongue of yours? You didn't say a single word, and they still backed off?" Chu Kui muttered.
Luo Chen gave him a faint glance. With a flick of spirit power, he summoned back the Mystic Flame Sword, which still held the corpse of the Jade Cauldron Sword Sect's True Inheritor Lan impaled upon it.
While inspecting the corpse, Luo Chen replied, "Say what? Should I have said sorry? 'Please...
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