C350 Treatment

Qin Shaojie's voice was like a curse, constantly resounding in the ears of the myrtle.

Let alone a mere youngster, even elder-level characters of the Nether Sect wouldn't dare to say that they have experienced much more than the myrtle, but even so, their spending on the myrtle for the past hundred of years was not as important as a few short sentences from Qin Shaojie's disciple