Old man Ouyang grunted, the weighing the Jade bottle in his hand, said: “Associate Huang Long, your Heng Yue Sect has such good disciple, ah! Goodbye!”
With that he cast a look at Wang Lin, pondering a little, he said: “Disciple Wang, regarding the centipede poison I can let it go, but the Heng Yue Sect no longer has its Yuan Ying founders to look over it, so it’s no longer such a good place to reside, you try to look out for yourselves, ok!”