The faces of several people were flushed, wanting to shout. But Fluff Silk tightly bound them, making their tongues and teeth helpless. Unable to open their mouths, they naturally could not speak. Seeing more and more people gather around, they all felt ashen-hearted and lost face, inevitably.
Yang Xin's spear ground his teeth in fury, his anger boiling to the point of madness.
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On the other side, Li Xian, Tang Wenshu, and Ye Cheng disguised themselves as merchants and brought along several trustworthy disciples, arriving at the entrance of Jieyou Tower.
It turned out that last night's conversation was all an act. Hiding among the logs seemed feasible but was full of holes, neither stable nor clever, not to his liking as a strategy.
