"You can die, then," said the hall master murderously.

When Xiang Shaoyun saw the hall master's hand rise, he knew that there was no way out of this. The gap between their strength was too big, so any struggle would be meaningless. Thus, he shut his eyes and waited for death.

Goodbye, Wan'er, thought Xiang Shaoyun bleakly.

He had not imagined that he had just gotten happily married not long ago, and now he was going to die. He was not reconciled with dying like this. He waited and waited, but the palm did not arrive. He opened his eyes slightly and saw that the hall master had withdrawn his killing intent and was standing there with his hands clasped behind him.

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