The more they shouted, the harder Yin Shen Palace fought.
As for Mu Lin Yuan, he was quite steadfast, daring to risk mutual destruction, and fully dragged the Yin Sect Leader down.
Fang Che smiled awkwardly.
Not daring to move.
After a while, Yin Shen Palace sat back down, Mu Lin Yuan with a bruised face also sat up, his eyes almost closed to slits, yet he couldn't help laughing.
Looking at Fang Che, Yin Shen Palace snorted: "What, are you feeling pleased inside?"
"The disciple dares not!"
Fang Che instantly shrank like a quail in severe winter, not daring to speak.
"Look how you scare the kid."
Qian Sanjiang along with his companions expressed dissatisfaction: "Sect Leader, no master is like you... When the disciple succeeds, doesn't it bring glory to the master?"
Yin Shen Palace roared in fury: "Without you three old bastards by my side, I'd be plenty glorious! Do I need you to tell me?"
Amidst the clamor, the flying boat advanced steadily.
