The thought, once planted, became impossible to shake off.
Lu Bei had harvested a massive amount of experience points from the seven sword cultivators, and his wool-pulling addiction was in full swing at the mere prospect of never being able to fleece them again...
No.
He could not allow the seniors to be wronged.
His basement was spacious and comfortable, far superior to the Iron Mountain Prison in every conceivable way, and given his own silver tongue, the seven seniors were bound to love it there, so much so that they wouldn't want to leave once they moved in.
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