Shen Dingfeng was sitting in the upper seat, with the tablets of the past leaders of the Taiqing Sect behind him. He looked at an unconscious young man lying on the ground and asked in an aggressive tone:
"If this son is troubled by your slander in the future and the world cannot tolerate it, will you still save him?"
"Save."
"If you will lose your son because of your hundred years of cultivation, will you still save him?"
"Save."
"This child will affect your life and death from now on. It's a sign of life and death. Will you still save him?"
"Help."
Shen Lan knelt in front of his master with firm eyes, his hands on the ground, and his smooth forehead on the ground. "Please help me, master. No matter whether it is bad or good in the future, my disciple will never regret it."
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"Senior brother, if you give me a single name with the character Jun, what does it mean?"
Shen Lan never told the real answer, just to be lucky that he stopped at the critical moment.
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"Brother, do you really want to kill me?"
"I, Shen Lan, have never regretted anything in my life. The only thing I regret is that I was soft-hearted and saved you. I can't tolerate you in this world."