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"Quickly, go!"
Gu Sheng pulled Ling Xiao into a secluded mountain path, their steps urgent.
The spirit grass on either side of the path swayed incessantly with the breeze they stirred, exuding a faint fragrance.
"Why are you running?"
Ling Xiao panted heavily as he caught up.
"Those disciples aren't chasing us."
Gu Sheng didn't stop and replied without turning his head.
"It'll be too late once they realize. Su Muxue's influence in Qinghe Holy Land is far beyond your imagination. Her pause today is enough to make me an enemy of the entire Holy Land."
"Is it really that exaggerated?"
Ling Xiao's eyes widened.
"Wasn't it just a couple of words?"
Gu Sheng suddenly stopped, turned and looked directly at Ling Xiao.
"Three years ago in the Northern Territory wilderness, I personally witnessed a core disciple get his legs broken and thrown into a demon beast nest just for looking at Su Muxue a bit too long by one of her pursuers."
Ling Xiao gasped.
"This..."
