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The viewing platform used by Willow Forest Den was wrapped in a grim atmosphere. Three late-stage Initiates stood there with dark expressions. The surrounding looks of doubt and contempt made their breath catch in their chests. To surrender without fighting at all was pure humiliation.
At last, the one among them with the highest cultivation could not bear it anymore and walked up to the platform.
Their elder, Nalan Feng, had been chatting casually with a female Adept when his expression shifted. "Fellow Daoist, excuse me for a moment!"
The seductive female cultivator smiled indifferently and said, "Don't worry about me. Go ahead and handle your sect's affairs first."
Nalan Feng hummed in acknowledgment and waved his hand. The restriction around the platform dispersed at once, revealing the hesitant expressions of the disciples beneath.
Nalan Feng lowered his gaze and asked, "What is it?"
The disciple gritted his teeth and said, "Elder, why did you forbid us from fighting?"
Nalan Feng did not answer directly but replied with a question. "Do you feel embarrassed?"
The disciple froze, his face flushing red before he eventually nodded. Nalan Feng gave a smile that held no warmth and said, "Being embarrassed now is better than going up there only to be beaten half dead. That would be true...
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