Damn it, Mi Lan felt a tight ache in his chest. If he weren't physically incapable of beating him, he would have definitely marched up and slapped that smug, punchable face to a pulp.
In the end, though, he held it in, cupping his fists together. "Senior Brother Longcheng, would you be so kind as to grant your junior brother a shred of face and let the Eldest Senior Brother go?"
"I believe I answered that question before the War God Shrine, and my answer today remains the same... No."
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