The moment he finished speaking, the small water bottle appeared in his hand.
Unlike before, Wu Hua first unleashed a burst of energy towards the old man.
First, relieve him of the pain, and then prepare to drench him thoroughly.
At first, the old man thought the two had some kind of peculiar hobby, but gradually he sensed something was amiss.
"What exactly do you want? I have no grudge against you, why do you want to destroy my cultivation?"
Qin Luo didn't explain further, only saying one sentence.
"We really mean it for your own good."
They then poured water on him together with Wu Hua, and the old man's eyes widened in fury.
I wish I could grind the two people in front of me to dust on the spot.
"You cowards, stealing and harming others while trying to find a high-sounding excuse, it's utterly disgusting. If you have the guts, state your names so I know who has brought you down."
His question made Wu Hua, who was happily watering the plants, even happier.
"Let me tell you, you'd better remember this well: I am Shan Hua, the leader of the Futu Sect."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at Qin Luo.
"This is Vice Sect Master Gong Shanluo. Don't forget him; you'll need him when you express your gratitude later."
The old man was so angry that his molars almost shattered.
"I will remember this well: Gong Shanluo and Gong Shanhua, the sect leaders of the Floating Pagoda Sect..."
Before he could finish speaking, he received praise from Wu Hua.
"Great job! Here's a little red flower for you."
He then took a bright red peony from his cloth bag and stuck it on his forehead.
The old man had lived for hundreds of years and had never suffered such a humiliation.
If even the slightest bit of magic could be used, one must commit suicide on the spot.
Unfortunately, his spiritual roots had just been removed, and he struggled to even lift a hand.
Seeing his ashen face, Qin Luo quickly asked Wu Hua...
"My son, does he want to die?"
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