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Noel also felt that the atmosphere was too stagnant, and both Jack and Wesley were on the brink of a fight. He glanced at Jack with a slightly worried look in his eyes before he sneakily stretched out his hand a tan area, unseen by the others, to pull Jack’s clothes, all in an attempt to remind Jack not get too agitated from Wesley’s provocation

The corners of Jack’s mouth curled upward. He knew what Noel meant by pulling on his clothes…but he ignored it. Wesley was trembling with anger as he stared at Jack resentfully. Compared to Wesley’s furious expression, Jack was extremely calm. Although he was arguing with Wesley when he said those words, his expression remained stoic.

Wesley gritted his teeth as he spoke, “My brother will never let you off the hook; he’ll kill you!”

do besides

at the brink of disappearing, too.

and saw a dozen or so men in their fifties or sixties, in dark blue robes, walking steadily toward the big round platform behind them. Such a scene caused everybody to instantly hold their breath. Jack immediately saw

and did not look like he was the one getting a last disciple today. These people were naturally the formal elders of the Dual Sovereign Pavilion. Although they had

east to west according to the order of their strengths. At this moment, Wesley did not dare

he turned around and glared at Jack fiercely. Wesley

between himself and Jack. Jack sighed lightly, finally no longer having to be interacting with this disgusting fly. Noel and Brook let out a long sigh of relief when they saw how Wesley turned around to leave. Brook slowly spoke as he placed his hands on his chest and a tangled expression appeared on his face, “You both were talking so sharply at one another that I thought

in the argument, and it felt like you’ve reached the

only end when one of us dies. People like Wesley will never stop once somebody offends him. He’ll only cease to do anything when I manage to trample him