For the members of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, this is a good way to maintain their mindset, but sometimes they just need to be less extreme, and over here, the Guardians can let many people keep their lives.
Thus, the piece of wood Dongfang Sansan gifted has great value; even without the Dragon Whisker Tea, Dongfang Sansan would still gift it. Shamelessly plucking two pounds of tea from the opponent can allow several Saint-level Martial Artists on my side to ascend a grade; why would I, Dongfang Sansan, care about a bit of face?
Yan Nan obviously also thought of this point, so he asked in displeasure, "Before, I gave you ten pounds, what did you give me?"
Then Dongfang Sansan turned his head to look at the field, praising, "Remarkably well fought. Vice Sect Master Yan, you and I both have successors."
Yan Nan's face darkened again.
Why can't I be as shameless as Dongfang Sansan?
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On the field, Bing Jian and Luo Shishui each displayed their ultimate moves, evenly matched.
