The young cultivator thought of this with an inward smile, determined to make that fellow taste his wrath this time.
He stealthily glanced at his master. On the surface, his master's expression betrayed neither joy nor anger, but the young cultivator knew that the less his master showed his feelings, the more furious he truly was.
In his memory, whenever his master helped him deal with someone who had provoked him, he wore this exact expression—neither happy nor sad, without the slightest ripple of change.
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