Regret

"A-Actually, I was on my way to apologize to Yuan for my behavior…" Xiong Lu subconsciously blurted out loud after being threatened by Wang Ming.

"Oh? In that case, let's get going." Wang Ming smiled as he started walking down the mountain again.

Xiong Lu could only accept his fate and follow the Demon Sealing Faction back to their residence. However, a few minutes later, Xiong Lu's cell phone started ringing loudly.

'Fuck! It must be the Deviant Bloods! Why did they have to call me back so quickly?! Are they trying to get me killed?!' Xiong Lu cursed inwardly.

The phone continued ringing, but Xiong Lu didn't dare to answer it and pretended to not even hear it. After all, he was surrounded by Spirit Grandmasters with incredible senses who would surely be able to hear his conversation with the Deviant Bloods from meters away.