As Gu Zhuo sensed the spiritual energy emanating from the Gatling gun, his expression grew increasingly grim.
"You were the one who forged the high-grade spiritual weapon that day?"
That day, golden light shone brightly from the top.
Not only Shi Yueyao saw it.
Disciples from other sects also saw it.
Because of its location, other sects assumed that it was the Taixu Sect's weapon-refining pavilion that had produced the high-grade spiritual weapon.
Based on what Gu Zhuo said, the one who forged the high-grade spiritual weapon that day was actually a disciple from a small sect.
Guan Yunchuan was too lazy to waste words with him, and said in a cold voice, "Step back."
Even though Gu Zhuo was unwilling, he still took a step back due to the power of the Gatling gun.
At this moment, Lu Jingshen seized the opportunity to step in and act as a peacemaker, smiling as he spoke to the Taixu Sect members.
"It's getting late. The next wave of monsters will arrive in half an hour. Why don't you all take a rest first?"
His response was met with cold snorts from the Taixu Sect members.
Seeing that Shi Yueyao was about to be pulled away, Sheng Ning reminded her, "Senior sister, don't forget that if you are going to leave the sect, return those things to your senior brothers first."
Her reminder was given with great humility and without seeking recognition.
Before Shi Yueyao could glare at her with an ugly expression, she pulled her senior brother and ran to a corner.
"Hurry up and eat something! I'm starving after fighting so many people."
Sheng Ning took out a spiritual fruit from her mustard seed bag, but before she could take a bite, she saw a man in tattered clothes meditating not far away.
He stared intently at the spiritual fruit in her hand.
He didn't even blink.
It's never good to eat alone.
After confirming that the other party meant no harm, Sheng Ning took a new fruit from her bag and threw it at him.
"This fellow Daoist must be starving."
Just look at the other person holding the spirit fruit, looking like they're enjoying it immensely.
Sheng Ning could imagine whether Lu Qing'an would have become like this if she hadn't met her that day.
As she thought about it, she raised her head with a grateful expression and looked up at Lu Qing'an, "Thank you, senior brother, for saving my life."
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