"Shut up!" Wang Chen hastily stopped Wang Yue.
You dare say anything, questioning the Immortal Supervision Bureau! Aren't you afraid of bringing trouble upon yourself!
The man in white turned around, but the face beneath the hood was entirely unseen, though Wang Yue inexplicably felt a gaze like a cold blade sweep past her.
"Wuwu, Sect Leader, are they going to kill us to silence us?" Chen Changgui's eyes rolled, and suddenly he grabbed Chen Muxue, crying.
Chen Muxue was taken aback and quickly comforted him, "Changgui, be good, don't be afraid..."
"They were just talking about wanting you to pay with your life, wuwu, I'm scared. Sect Leader, what will we do if you die? Why do they blame us for not killing someone when they tried it themselves?" Changgui tugged at Chen Muxue's dress, burying his face in sobs. He must bury it; he was dry crying, and it would be very awkward if someone noticed there were no tears.
