Along the way, Nolan Rong rushed into the hall with great momentum. As a person who thought he was going to die after falling into a coma, he was saved but was brought back to the enemy camp, and his situation was worrying.
He had something important to ask, but the other peak master had been gone for half a month and had not returned. Was he avoiding him or deliberately not letting him go? From the perspective of his identity, Nolan Rong had enough reasons to be dissatisfied, and his tone was unquestionable.
"I didn't die but I lost my magic weapon. I'll just take it as a tit-for-tat. There's nothing to thank me for. Stop talking nonsense. If you don't let me go, do you really think you can stop me?"
The young peak master smiled friendly, took the dark black robe from his subordinate, and walked straight towards him, Rong Xuanzheng was puzzled. But Trevor Ye shook the robe, put it on him, and put the hood on him, lowering the brim to cover most of his face.
"Not many people know that you are here, but you are in the enemy camp after all, so you'd better be more careful." Trevor Ye said with a smile.
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