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As everyone was stunned by what had just happened, the man on the throne spoke again, "Capture the Orange Team leader."

A man stood up from his seat and, without resistance, questioned the man on the throne, "Master, please explain what crime I have committed."

His neither humble nor arrogant attitude made everyone present look at him sideways and wait for his response.

Beneath the silver mask, the corners of his hard lips curled up slightly. "You revealed my whereabouts and sent assassins to kill me. What did you do?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone around gasped.

"I don't."

"Whether there are any members of the Punishment Hall, they will make you die knowingly. Take you away."

As he was about to be taken away, he attacked the shadow guards who came to arrest him. The man on the throne sat quietly, watching the fight below.

After a cup of tea, the man was lying on the ground covered in blood.

Her crimson eyes stared coldly at the man on the throne. "Even if I die, it will only be by my own hands."

The man stabbed the knife directly into his heart. As the knife entered his chest, a silver light shot out from the hand of the man on the throne. With a "clang" sound, the knife in his hand fell from his hand, and the shadow guard immediately controlled him.

"The day you enter the alliance, your life belongs to the alliance." The man on the throne waved his hand, and the shadow guard took him away.

Two things happened in succession, and the atmosphere in the hall became somewhat oppressive. Everyone fell silent, trying to quietly reduce their presence.

The man on the throne swept his sharp gaze over everyone present. "If any of you no longer wish to remain in the Alliance, return everything the Alliance has given you and you may leave. We never force anyone to stay here."

Everyone stood up in unison, knelt on one knee, and shouted in unison to the man on the throne, "We are willing to swear allegiance to our master until death, and we will never change our minds. If we break this oath, we will die a miserable death."

"Okay. Remember what you said today."

The man stepped out of the hall, and another person in charge came out to start a discussion with everyone.

In the sealed stone chamber, the man took off his black robe and silver mask, revealing a cold and deep face. Feng Lihen rubbed his brows. He hadn't slept for many days and felt exhausted.

He walked forward slowly, came to a portrait, and stared at the back of the person in the painting with his deep eyes.

A few days ago, he heard her voice.

"Remember me now."

What does she look like?!

His mind was still a mess, and he only heard this sentence.

"Who are you? Why do you keep pestering me?" Feng Lihen frowned, feeling powerless for the first time.

Feng Lihen walked out of the stone chamber. A shadow guard appeared in front of him, knelt on one knee, and reported with his head lowered, "Master, a similar back figure was found in Yunhuzhou."

"The painter is a talented man from Yunhuzhou, and the woman in the painting is the daughter of the richest man in the area." The shadow guard handed over the painting.

Feng Lihen unfolded it, looked at the back picture in front of him, and then looked at the back picture on the wall, which was indeed 70% of his imagination.

"Yunhuzhou."

On that day, the group left the ancient castle and headed secretly to Yunhu Prefecture.

A back view, looking for someone in the vast sea of ​​people, how difficult it is.

However, no matter how difficult it was, he had to find that woman.