Seeing Young Master Xu's face darken and his silence drag on and on, Meng Jueming's heart was in his throat. For all that he was the managing senior fellow disciple, a figure of imposing authority before the newcomers of Qingyun Pavilion, in front of Young Master Xu at this moment he did not even dare to breathe too loudly. (To be continued...)

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