The God's voice was cold and his attitude was extremely firm.
It was as if what Tu Shanjing had done had touched his bottom line, and he would not back down even a step.
Yang Qingluan narrowed her eyes: "So there's nothing to talk about?"
Yang Qingluan's attitude was also very clear, and the sword in her hand was even colder and colder.
"No need to talk, let alone you, even if Yang Han came, I would still say this. I can give face to the Yang family, but I can't have no bottom line."
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