C309 He Wanted Ninth Master to Help Him Wash His Body!

Darn it!

Hsing Yitian almost slammed the table and walked out. But after a moment's thought, he held back. He settled back onto the couch, assuming his previous relaxed position, his head resting against the back. His large, rugged hands continued to fiddle with the lighter, clicking it once, twice, three times... Finally, with a decisive snap, he closed it and said, "Alright!"

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