Half an hour later, the carriage was hundreds of miles away from the city.

The silent followers reappeared, but the total number reached more than fifty, including nine who had previously been repulsed by God in the outer city.

And there are three distracted mid-term masters among the 50 or so people.

"Song Yan, hand over the black sword and the stored things on you, I will spare you no death!" One of them shouted in the middle of distraction. He had a winning smile on his face and seemed to have settled on Song Inkstone.

"Do you dare to threaten my father-in-law with your waste?" God scorns sneering.

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