Zhao Tiezhu scoffed, already lunging toward the robed He Bisheng.
"Among the four of you, you are the most calculating; this was all your orchestration, wasn't it? Get lost!"
Though he looked like a pedantic scholar, he gave off a vibe that Zhao Tiezhu found intensely grating. Consequently, the force channeled into his fist was entirely different.
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