Grandmaster Wan Chu felt like a prostitute, used by Ye Bufan and then tossed aside.
"Endure! Small impatience spoils great plans! When the Red Dust Immortal Lord arrives, this person will surely suffer eighteen kinds of torture to death!"
Grandmaster Wan Chu harbored a deep hatred.
Once Ye Bufan entered the hall, he hurriedly followed.
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