"I understand, Sister Hongyan."
Song Haomiao nodded solemnly to Jiang Hongyan, with a determined look in his eyes.
All the anger he felt towards the aristocratic family was transformed into nutrients for his growth, allowing him to reach the peak of the fourth realm in a short period of time.
He joined the reformists and practiced day and night just to suppress and eliminate the aristocratic families.
Song Haomiao looked in the direction of the two people sent by the aristocratic family, and his eyes happened to meet Fang Muyu's.
One of them had hostility in his eyes, the other one had disdain in his eyes.
Their eyes met and then separated. Without any pause, Song Haomiao continued to discuss the competition matters with Jiang Hongyan.
"Well...wouldn't we discuss this?"
"It doesn't matter. If the reformists in Si City weren't so aggressive, our temple wouldn't have planned to intervene."
The young monk responded to a young man who looked like a Taoist priest sitting in the corner next to him.
"Brother Yin, Shami Qu Yi is right. I think we should just stay out of this."
"Junior Sister Zhan, I'm not talking about the competition," Yin Xingyao was speechless for a moment, "I'm saying, should we discuss how to get back alive?"
Although they are from the same sect, Yin Xingyao and Zhan Yuyun are disciples of a Taoist temple, while Qu Yi comes from a Buddhist temple.
As early as when Yin Xingyao was still in the Taoist temple, his master had told him about this.
"With external and internal troubles, this journey is dangerous."
Yin Xingyao revealed some of his master's words, sighed, and said, "Anyway, the most important thing is to save our lives."
"Got it, thanks buddy."
"Understood. I'm going to run away now."
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The sunlight shines on the windows of the conference room, and the interplay of light and shadow cuts the entire conference room into pieces.
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