A flash of blood suddenly appeared.
Tao Xianren saved his head from being chopped off by the axe at the cost of his right arm.
"Disciple, why?"
The old immortal's eyes widened in disbelief:
"As a war orphan, your master kindly took you in and taught you the ways of the immortals since you were young. It would be fine if you were lazy and gluttonous on weekdays, but why did you do such a treasonous thing that would make your loved ones sad and your enemies happy when you are facing a great enemy and danger?"
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