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    Bithan looked at him speechlessly, how could he say he was “handsome”? How could he say such a thing at a time like this?

    You know what? I also want to live as you do. But I’m really tired now. I’m like a sparrow that can’t fly, but I have to chase the eagle.

    “Are you complimenting me?”

    “Of course I’m praising you. In this world, what other martial artist, can be like you?”

    Qin Xiajun, who was on the side, nodded with deep empathy. Whether it was Jian Wuyang’s performance just now, or Bi Sian’s performance just now, both were things he could not do.

    Jian Wuji asked:

    “Do you regret it? Regret not dancing with us?”

    If it were before, he would have said, “I’ll die before I jump.” But now, he was silent. Because in his heart he did have some regrets, if he could also be like them, let go of everything, have fun, that would be so good.

    Jian Wuji saw through his mind and said with a smile:

    “Come on, say it out loud, ‘If I get another chance, I will dance!’ Say it out loud!”

    Qin Xiajun looked at Bi Sian and asked:

    “Is that how you were tricked by him?”

    Bithian nodded.

    “That’s right, by the time I reacted, I had already promised him.”

    The crowd laughed.

    They drank and chatted, their hearts filled with dismay.

    They all knew that a party like this would be hard to come by in the future.

    When they left this tavern, this wonderful memory would become an eternal thought in their hearts.

    They really wanted to just keep drinking like this, but there was no such thing as an unbroken feast, and they had to part ways after all.

    Qin Botian looked at Bai Zijiang, his eyes signaling, We should go. Bai Zijiang nodded.

    When they first arrived, they looked at each other with disdain, but now they could already communicate with each other in a heart-to-heart manner, which was already a great improvement.

    Qin Botian and Bai Zijiang stood up together.

    “Thank you for your hospitality.”

    Jian Wu Chen also stood up.

    “Thank you for coming all this way.”

    They said goodbye to each other, briefly but sincerely.

    They’re still enemies, but at least, they’ll be fighting side by side until the man behind the curtain is eliminated.

    The three “heirs” also bid a reluctant farewell.

    Jian Wuji said to Bi Sian:

    “You’re really handsome when you keep your promises.”

    These were the words that Bi Sian wanted to hear the most. The reason why he had summoned the courage to dance was to show Jian Wuji that he was a man of his word. This fellow, really understood himself. He had actually said what was on his mind in a single word.

    “Even if you say so, I won’t agree to such a request again.”

    He said goodbye to the Qin Xiajun again.

    “After you officially become the Young Alliance Master, let’s get together once more and celebrate without getting drunk!”

    Qin Xiajun hadn’t officially become the Young Lord of the Evil Dao Alliance yet.

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    “It’s a deal.”

    Finally, he bid farewell to Qin Xia Ling. Among the three, the person who was most reluctant to leave was her. However, she forced herself to hold back the unwillingness in her heart and didn’t show it.

    “Will my dance become a legend in the jungle?”

    “Of course I will, I’ll publicize it everywhere.”

    “If I had known, I would have practiced.”

    Jian Wuji looked at the crowd and said:

    “Since Miss Qin wants to dance so much, then the five of us, let’s dance again.”

    Jian Wuyang and Qin Xiajun drew their swords at the same time.

    “Look, they’re both so alike.”

    They said goodbye again, their hearts filled with sadness. They really wanted to just keep playing like this.

    Before going downstairs, Qin Botian asked:

    “Those words, you didn’t write them, did you?”

    He’d seen those words on the wall a long time ago, but he’d assumed that they were just the graffiti of drunks. Now that he thought about it, maybe it wasn’t that simple.

    “I wrote it.”

    Jian Wuduan’s reply caused Qin Botian to be taken aback. So, the words left behind by those Devil Dao giants were all true as well?

    In his entire life, it was the first time he had seen that someone had left their name, on the walls of a tavern. Moreover, these people, were not ordinary people.

    At that moment, a voice came from behind:

    “Allied Master, you leave an inkblot as well.”

    He turned around and saw that it was Jian Wuji.

    “Me?”

    Qin Botian froze. It was rare for him to lose his temper like this, but today, he had been overwhelmed by one accident after another.

    “That’s not good, is it? What will people think? Here are all your names.”

    “This is what makes you look awesome. ‘Even the Martial Arts Alliance Master left an ink inscription, this restaurant is really awesome!’ They’ll definitely say that.”

    No, it’s just not right.

    “They’ll just think, ‘Oh, so he’s here, too.'”

    Hearing these words, Qin Botian suddenly remembered the feeling he had earlier. He regretted that when he was young, he didn’t laugh and have fun like those young people.

    ‘Why did I, before, always think so much? Why did I always push myself so hard?’

    Okay, so write a few words.

    He walked over to the wall with the writing on it.

    He originally wanted to inscribe on that wall, but in the end, he chose another wall. He didn’t want to put his own words on top of the Heavenly Devil’s, nor did he want to write on the bottom. He was such a person who had to be perfect in everything.

    He drew his sword and wrote a few words on the wall. His words were strong and powerful in a single stroke.

    Qin Botian, the Martial Alliance Master, is here to see the New Devil’s Way.

    This was his gift to Jian Wuji. If it wasn’t for Jian Wuji, he definitely wouldn’t have left the ink treasure. No, he wouldn’t have come here at all.

    “Thank you.”

    Jian Wuji clasped his fists and saluted in appreciation.

    Then, he looked at Bai Zijiang. Bai Zijiang did not hesitate.

    “The righteous and devilish paths have both inscribed, and the evil paths can’t be left behind.”

    He wrote his name below Qin Botian’s words. He didn’t agonize over whether his character should be written above or below. Qin Botian’s characters were majestic, while Bai Zijiang’s characters were graceful and flowing.

    Bai Zijiang, the alliance leader of the Evil Dao, was at a windy wine shop, watching his disciple’s dance.

    The ink treasures of the Heavenly Demon, the Martial Alliance Master and the Evil Alliance Master were all left on the walls of this windy wine shop, which was destined to become a great story in the martial arts.

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