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Crash!
In front of him, the direct disciples Ouyang Tiezhu, Niu Daping, Dong Zizhuang, and Wushili all stepped forward simultaneously, glaring angrily.
The already tense atmosphere became even more strained, like a drawn sword.
Wang Yanjun, confident and unyielding, nudged the sword hilt up with her thumb: "Master Li, the wise adapt to circumstances."
Li Linfeng's face turned icy, and a surge of anger rose from deep within his heart.
Just as this anger was about to explode, his years of dealing with the government office gave him a thread of rationality, gradually suppressing the fury.
Li Linfeng understood that Wang Yanjun was not just a head of the Guardian Martial Department; behind her stood the Great Zhou Court, supported by Chu Yiwu, a martial master in the Qi Hai Realm from the county government.
It was someone he could not afford to provoke.
Not to mention that Wang Yanjun, with her cultivation in the Qi Cultivation Realm, was on par with him.