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Lu Dongjun backed away step by step.
From what I remember, He Haiqin should be a level-eight Gourmandism Cultivator, he thought. When did he level up?
As the raging wind faded, He Haisheng pulled himself up from the ground and fell in behind He Haiqin.
He Haiqin shot him an annoyed look. "Third Brother, you're far too impatient. Didn't I tell you to keep him busy for a while? Why did you jump straight into a fight?"
"Brother, you're not exactly innocent either," He Haisheng shot back. "You swallowed all my smoke."
That smoke was no different from his own flesh and blood.
"You think I enjoyed it?" He Haiqin snapped, coughing twice. "I was choking on it too, damn it."
He Haisheng clenched his teeth as he spoke. "Brother, he is the one who harmed you. His strategist, Wan Jinxian, is a Disease Cultivator."
He Haiqin ground his teeth in response. "I already know. You do not need to fight for me. Today, I will skin him with my own hands."
Lu Dongjun remained silent. His expression stayed calm, and there was not a trace of panic on his face.
He Haiqin looked straight at Lu Dongjun. "Little Jun, what we had wasn't nothing. Back then, when you invited me out for a meal, I even said some heartfelt things to you. When you wanted to become the head of the Lu family, I truly wanted to help you reach that position. So tell me this. How could you allow that bastard Wan Jinxian to harm m...
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