Have a Deep Impression of Me

"Can't you say less?"

"It'd be great if you could say less," An Zhiyi said.

He had always been a man of few words. How could Fu Ming not know? He only spoke a little more with his sister. He did not even speak when he saw Qian Jiyun.

"You…" Fu Ming was furious.

"Alright, alright. Let's leave quickly. We can't even finish our own tasks. And now there's Lord Bai Ze. It's endless trouble."

With that, he walked forward. If not for the fact that he had no choice but to care about Lord Bai Ze, he would not have bothered. How lucky would he have to be to find him when so many people from different camps were looking for him?

He was just here to make up the numbers.

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Inside the Medicine Spirit…

An Jiuyue refined another batch of medicinal pills before leaving the space to meet Shang Ningluo.

"Who tied you up? Why is he so skilled?"