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Just as Duan Wuya was hesitating, another person walked in from outside. It was a skinny waiter from Star Condensation Pavilion, "Why would Sect Leader Duan be afraid of Yang Ruoxi? "Even if Yang Ruoxi really does have some sort of deal with that brat, it's fine. After all, I'll just compensate the small pavilion."
Duan Wuya saw the thin waiter and felt a little unhappy hearing his words, but before he could react, the waiter had already arrived in front of him and whispered something in his ear. Duan Wuya's expression changed several times, but he finally let out a sigh of relief.
The waiter had a deep smile on his face: "If Broken Sect Master is able to help me accomplish this, then Star Condensation Pavilion will accept the Mo Dao Gang's kindness in the future. If the Ink Blade Sect has any difficulties, Star Condensation Pavilion will not sit idly by."
Duan Wuya hesitated for a moment before saying: "Since that's the case, then let me take responsibility for this!"
The small pavilion was indeed one of the mysterious powers on the Chicken Cry Street, but Star Condensation Pavilion was also not a weak place. Over a dozen counties northwest of the Western Lion Empire, there were Star Condensation Pavilion branch stores, and their headquarters were even in the capital city. It was true that the Ink Blade Sect did not dare to offend the small pavilion, but if they could take this opportunity to curry favor with the Star Condensation Pavilion, then there would be many benefits in the future.
Cheng Qing left the Star Condensation Pavilion and walked around the streets for a long time.
Cock Street was a magical place. Even the smallest stall might contain Xuan grade or higher magic tools and pills. A pair of discerning eyes was needed to buy the real treasures at a very low price.
Chen Qing wandered around for a long time, but didn't find any treasure. Instead, he felt that someone was eyeing him. Cheng Qing maintained his composure and continued walking. He wanted to see who would follow him.
This made him slightly frown. It seemed like there were still a lot of capable people in the Chicken Sing Street area, and in the places where all kinds of people converged, it wasn't hard to find a few skilled people who were good at tracking.
However, Cheng Qing wasn't happy about being followed. He didn't want to be on guard against the other side all the time, so he turned around and walked towards a small alley to lure the other side out.
The alleyway was very dark. Due to the rain two days ago, there was still water in the lowlands. There was also a pile of garbage. Flies were flying everywhere and the smell was quite unpleasant. However, Cheng Qing didn't mind this at all. The dozen years he had lived on Fu Ning Street in Glazed City, the daily living environment he had to deal with wasn't much better than this.
Not long after Cheng Qing entered the alley, he turned a corner and came across a few beggars.
They lowered their heads and bowed, as if they did not see Cheng Qing at all. The distance between them was very close, and soon, the other side was about to crash into his arms. The little beggar at the front, who appeared to be only eleven or twelve years old, looked thin and weak. With a stumble, he fell into Cheng Qing's arms.
Without waiting for Chen Qing to reach out to support him, the little beggar took out a shining dagger from his bosom and stabbed at Cheng Qing's lower abdomen. Instantly, the dagger pierced through Chen Qing's clothes, touching his flesh.
The little beggar's eyes flashed, and a cruel and crazy smile appeared on his face. As long as this blade pierced Cheng Qing's abdomen, even if he was a cultivator, he would still be seriously injured.
However, the little beggar was soon surprised to discover that when the dagger stabbed into Cheng Qing's skin, it was unable to advance any further, as if what he was facing wasn't flesh and blood, but a solid piece of steel.