"????"
Sanguine Thousand Miles finally understood, while the members of the Quan Zhen Sect were still in a daze.
After playing games for so long, everyone's usual method of targeting someone was to stab them in the back or secretly sabotage them; they had never seen anyone shout out before taking action.
In the eyes of the Quan Zhen Sect, Sanguine Thousand Miles' meaningless provocation was akin to a child throwing poop at someone—extremely childish. They thought this guy was making a big deal out of it, expecting some significant move, but in the end, he just left. Was he just trying to annoy them?
"What the hell is this all about!"
Ming Du, who had almost been stabbed to death moments ago, cursed angrily, "What does Sanguine Warflag even mean?"
"It's probably not about Sanguine Warflag
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