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All the people were gathering in a place and were discussing their gain inside the tower. Only few has saw Wang Lei entered the tower, but now he was attraction of every one.
"Senior brother, he survived your attack." Wan rong whispered while clenching her fist. She really wanted this boy to die.
"I have already given my word, so let it go." Fu ling narrowed his brows, never expecting the youth of wasteland country to survive his attack.
Wang Lei noticed a recognizable figure, as did the other party.
Yang fa approach Wang Lei and stated "Fellow cultivator, that items is not very useful for you. Why not trade for it?" He has already seen this person's strength; he just learned from his subordinate that someone stole their stuff.
"I have already refined it; now it belongs to me," sneered Wang Lei.
Yang fa eyes narrowed; he understands what this item is. When he placed his palm on Wang Lei chest, he could hear two heartbeats at the same time.