As soon as the people from Ju Chifeng approached, they heard quarrels and it was obvious that the atmosphere was not right.
Yang Qing was furious: "I told you that the Heaven Grade Magical Weapon Soul Beating Whip is not in my hands. Huo Lian Peak doesn't have it at all! If I had a Heaven Grade Magical Weapon, Huo Lian Peak wouldn't have fallen into this situation!"
The other party was relentless: "Don't give me that. At this point, the grudges between Huolian Peak and other peaks are more than just about the magic weapon. Countless talented weapon refiners and disciples have died in battle. This account has long been settled. If you can't give us an explanation and compensate us for our losses, as long as my peak is still there, you Huolian Peak will never have peace!"
There were far more than one or two weapon-refining sub-peaks clustered in the attic of Huolian Peak. Several sub-peak masters were standing there with obviously unfriendly tones, and there were many people outside watching the fun.
Yang Qing suppressed his anger, his face darkened. He talked with the deputy peak masters about the grudges of the past years, and made innuendos about the unrighteousness of Huolian Peak, saying that it was the same as a certain deputy peak master.
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