Chen Qingping's face was deathly pale.
On the one hand, it was due to excessive blood loss, and on the other hand, it was mostly due to being frightened.
The man's white inner disciple robe was stained red with blood and also stained with the mud he had crawled and rolled around in the cave.
His hair was disheveled, but he held on tightly and wouldn't let go.
He didn't believe that Ji Wuye would kill him in front of Zhao Lu!
As long as he doesn't open the storage ring, he has no evidence to prove that he took it!
Facing Ji Wuye's oppressive and provocative aura, Chen Qingping smiled wryly.
"Junior Brother Ji, we are both disciples of the Cangmiao Sect. Don't do anything wrong in a moment of impulsiveness."
Sects must absolutely avoid killing each other.
As Chen Qingping spoke, he glanced at Zhao Lu.
This person isn't entirely useless; at least with him around, Ji Wuye can't afford to be careless.
Ji Wuye was just trying to scare him!
The more Chen Qingping thought about it, the more at ease he felt, and his provocative smile became even more unrestrained.
Ji Wuye narrowed his eyes, and the murderous aura surging around him was almost overflowing, but fortunately he managed to restrain himself in time.
His gaze lingered on the two large holes in Chen Qingping's abdomen.
The other person trembled under his gaze.
"Did something wrong? Senior Brother Chen risked his life to save me from the demonic beast. I'm so grateful to you, how could I have done something wrong?"
The moment Ji Wuye finished speaking.
Chen Qingping and Zhao Lu both stared wide-eyed.
Zhao Lu: What does Junior Brother Ji mean by that? He doesn't understand.
Chen Qingping coughed up blood and staggered back, his face filled with panic.
"No, stop! Ah!!!"
The man screamed and rolled on the ground.
The raging fire engulfed him, scorching his hair and filling the air with the smell of burning.
Ji Wuye stood up, clutching his storage ring.
He stood motionless, his eyes cold, as if watching a fire from across the river.
Chen Qingping's cries for help grew louder and louder until he finally fell silent.
Ji Wuye's eyes flickered slightly, and he consciously controlled the flames to burn weaker.
Just as Chen Qingping thought, he did have some concerns.
It wasn't that he was worried about being punished according to the sect rules; he was just afraid that his master would misunderstand.
The words Yu Yan had said to him on the deck of the spirit boat years ago flashed through his mind.
If he were to kill Chen Qingping today, as he pleases, his master would probably no longer want him.
Ji Wuye's thoughts raced; he still didn't want to leave Yu Yan.
"Junior Brother Ji... I... I was wrong..."
Seizing a moment to catch his breath, Chen Qingping spoke weakly and tremblingly, his face blackened by burns.
Stop burning him! If you keep burning him, he'll really die!
Ouch, that hurts...
Zhao Lu remained curled up to one side, silently watching the commotion.
It was all Chen's own fault.
He believed that Junior Brother Ji knew what was going on and wouldn't actually kill anyone.
Ji Wuye waved the ring in front of Chen Qingping.
Ji Wuye: "Hmm?"
"I'll drive, I'll drive..."
The man was so hot from the fire that he could barely shed a tear.
He shakily raised his scalded arm, and as his fingers touched the storage ring, his consciousness stirred.
It was opened just like that.
Ji Wuye smiled, and after a quick search, he found the golden dragon marrow.
After taking it out, he disdainfully pressed the storage ring against Chen Qingping's chest.
"If only you had done it earlier, you could have avoided physical pain, Senior Brother."
Ji Wuye wiped his hands and stood up.
He didn't care how much resentment Chen Qingping was glaring at him from the ground.
The young man's face was pure and clear.
Zhao Lu, who had witnessed everything, suddenly felt a chill rise from the ground beneath his buttocks and straight to his forehead.
What kind of creature has Venerable Yan raised...?
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