The Tyrant (1)
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However, Ye Qingtang just shook her head. She certainly knew what Song Junqiu's intentions were.
"Fei Ying, clean the floor now."
Fei Ying was stunned, but he could only hold his fist tightly. He swept the broken bottles and crushed Soul Condensation Pills. He could feel his heart bleeding.
Song Junqiu felt satisfied as he stared at Ye Qingtang.
She would not dare to argue with them since she was just a new inner sect disciple.
The silver wolf that was standing beside Ye Qingtang witnessed everything coldly. Its sight was fierce, but the look disappeared when it looked at Ye Qingtang.
There was no trace of anger on her face. Instead, a faint smile could be seen from her eyes.
She took a glance at the clean floor and then looked outside.
How could she not know about Song Junqiu's intentions? However…
If she remembered correctly…
The tyrant of the inner sect should be here by now.