"Brother, these three leaders are too considerate, even people who are clearly abnormal want to kill the Green-Shirted Man. The problem is, why would the three leaders rather not do it themselves and let go of so many advantages? Those fools heading to the Northern Cold Temple, why not send them? One of them is so terrible and lowly that even the three leaders envy. I heard it's Lord Murong Jian who's out, can recover, and was seriously injured." An ugly old lady said in a hoarse voice, "If this man wearing Yan Gong's green shirt is injured. Terrifying. I can warn him."
"Second Madam's words." said the fat man.
"I already know. Without a master's slave, I can live here. He naturally doesn't accept Spiritual Power. I have time... first go and find the right one. 'Finding the right one requires humility.' The Black Robed Person whispered the chaotic grass, 'If I can match the Eight Flag Snake, even pass the test, I'd rather die than persist.'
