Wu Renzhong tiptoed closer, afraid that Hu Qingling, sitting high on her "sedan chair," wouldn't hear him. Gesturing with the sword in his hand, he shouted loudly, "Then why did you follow us anyway? Aren't you afraid of dying?"
Ever since he saw Hu Qingling unleash a string of formidable demonic cultivation markers from the magic array, Wu Renzhong had never dared to converse with her as warmly as before. Instead, he had been plagued by doubts all along the way, completely unable to understand why she was tagging along with the group toward Qifeng Mountain.
Hu Qingling pursed her lips and pointed a finger at her "sedan chair." "Well, haven't you noticed that none of us are carrying any metal objects, and even my chair is made of natural crystal stone?"
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