"Of course we have to kill him! Why keep him here? Zhang Ye, do you still want to recruit him?!"
Soon, a reply came through the soul link.
"What a pity." The old man named Zhang Ye forced the organ fragments that flowed out of his throat into his stomach, with a hint of regret in his voice.
"That kid actually has quite good talent. If he is trained well, maybe he will be able to do something great."
"What's the use of having high talent?" came the voice with a hint of disdain.
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