Looking at Bai Jiao, who was both shy and anxious, Shen Qiang smiled and said, "Then we should go out now, the longer we stay here, it will make people overthink." Hearing this, Bai Jiao's beautiful eyes shone with shyness, and she softly agreed.
Just as the two were preparing to meet the guests.
In the rear quarters of the Kunlun Sword Sect, the Sect Leader of the Kunlun Sword Sect, who had previously been so angry that he spat blood, lay on his bed with a sallow complexion.
"Shen Qiang must die, he must die! At all costs, I refuse to believe I cannot kill him."
The young disciple serving nearby, though shocked by the Kunlun Sword Sect's Sect Leader's wrath, immediately said, "Sect Leader, Shen Qiang is insignificant, what's so special about him? To kill him is a simple matter. You rest assured, I can handle this."
