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The way He Jian spoke startled Yang Ruoxi. She was prepared to make a move and even raised her hand. Zhong Yiming stared at her with his tongue-tied eyes, as if he was a wooden chicken.2
Since Cheng Qing had already become the Great Master of Killing Hand, he would naturally be able to get his subordinates to apologize to her. This could only mean one thing, in the short time she and Chen Qingxiang had been together, the youth that had just arrived at the Chicken Cry Street seemed to have experienced a great deal of growth.
This growth included cultivation base, wings, and even human resources. In a word, Cheng Qing's overall strength had greatly improved.
Yang Ruoxi was momentarily stunned and forgot to speak. The Hand of Slaughter was not some nameless organization. It had some fame in Spirit Martial County. After all, there were many high level cultivators of Xumi Stage or above in the organization.
It was not easy to subdue such an organization. Once Chen Qing received the loyalty of this organization, he would become a powerful existence in Spirit Martial County. Ordinary cultivation families would have to give him some face, and no one would easily find trouble with him.
Yang Ruoxi looked at Cheng Qing with a complicated expression. When they first met, from when they had first met, to when they had become friends through business and all sorts of coincidences, to when they had become friends through life and death together after entering Mount Qilian, she had always felt that she was very familiar with Cheng Qing.
However, only now did she realize that she had never been able to see through this youth because he was always doing unexpected things, constantly giving her pleasant surprises and shocking her.
Whether it was a wolf-slayer expert, surviving this harsh environment, or reining in the Hand of Slaughter, Cheng Qing's actions weren't all that shocking, but it wasn't something an ordinary person could do.
Yang Ruoxi suddenly realized that she didn't know anything about this young man in front of her. She didn't even know what he had been like in the past, what kind of childhood he had, or what kind of cultivation experiences he had.
In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through Yang Ruoxi's mind, to the point where she forgot to answer He Jian's question. She blankly stared at Cheng Qing, the atmosphere was very strange.
However, in the eyes of the onlookers, she was just shocked by Cheng Qing's order. With He Jian's sudden reversal of attitude, no one would think that he and Cheng Qing had anything to do with each other.
Seeing that Yang Ruoxi only looked at him without saying a word, Chen Qing smiled and said: "Shopkeeper Yang, could it be that you don't accept the manager's apology? But do you think that the other party did not pay any price? "
Hearing Cheng Qing's voice, Yang Ruoxi finally came back to her senses. The other party's teasing tone made her involuntarily glare at him, and then she waved her hand and said, "The grudges in the martial arts world, there will always be a time for it. Since Young Master Chen is so magnanimous, I, Yang Ruoxi, will not be a petty person.
The feud between Yang Ruoxi and He Jian, in the end, was all about grudges and conflicts of interest. There was no absolute right or wrong. Both sides had subordinates that paid the price, so it was hard to say who would win and who wouldn't.
Without a heavyweight mediating, this grudge naturally wouldn't disappear. After all, the big brothers and big sisters in the martial arts world had to show their friendship. Their own brothers and sisters had died, yet they acted as if nothing had happened to their enemies.
However, if there was a heavyweight mediating, as long as it wasn't a blood feud, everyone would consider letting go. After all, there wasn't much benefit in having an enemy.
Regardless of whether they were great cultivators or small cultivators, living in this world was all for the sake of better survival. Thus, everything had to be done according to the pros and cons, doing as little as possible without doing anything of no benefit.
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