"Damn it!" Da Xiheng looked up with resentment.

　　He took a deep breath and finally restrained the angry and bloodthirsty expression in his eyes.

　　He reluctantly handed me a wooden box.

　　"This is the last medicinal material that I returned to you today.

　　I hope that Master will achieve perfection and good health soon." He forced a smile and said, "Think again.

　　Don't be angry with your disciple anymore, come back.

　　I beg you." "Boom!" A blast outside the building sounded like thunder.

　　The sound drowned his words.

　　Da Xiheng couldn't bear it anymore.

　　He picked up his sword with a cold look and said to me, "Master, wait for me to kill him, then I will ask for your forgiveness."