Chapter 327 - 94: Panic
Within the core hall of the Changle Village Palace.
The three main disciples sat around the round table, each occupying a position.
Jin Shengzhe had his long sword laid flat on his knees, head lowered, meticulously wiping the blade with a silk cloth: "News has arrived, Ji Bing has already come."
Guo Feihong was still flipping through a book, paused upon hearing the news, and said indifferently: "The fifth Saint Heir, said to be on par in strength with Brother Jin. Isn’t this what Brother Jin anticipated?"
Beside him, Xie Shilan was playing with a withered piece of straw, wrapping it around her hand without responding.
Seeing this, Guo Feihong shrugged: "I’ll trouble Brother Jin to make a trip."
"The fifth Saint Heir of the Crying Soul Sect, how many heads does he have?" Jin Shengzhe raised the ghost-headed blade, reflecting his face clearly in the blade, "Track his whereabouts, this first achievement of demon suppression, I shall take it."
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"Hurry up, I’m pressed for time."
Lin Yuan’s calm words sparked a fury in those who heard them.
Yet at this moment, no one around dared to mock again.