Thinking of himself as Wang Lin, having nothing to do with the traitor Tang Fei who stirred up the Empire, he felt a slight bit of relief.
Just a slight bit.
Because Wang Lin couldn't take responsibility for what was happening in front of him.
Tang Fei was to be sliced to death, Wang Lin to be shot for five minutes...
Both had to die.
The difference was only in the level of pain.
"Don't know?" Zhong Daoling obviously didn't expect the other to respond that way.
He had long made his name, a veritable mountain in the Cultivation World.
Did these young cultivators have no ambition to climb mountains? Did they never see him as a target to surpass?
"Don't know." Tang Fei said decisively.
Get angry, get furious, say "I'll give you three breaths," "If you take one move under my hand, I'll spare you"...
He had read many novels with the teacher.
