“There is none here” Miles replied, and wanted to shut the door.But the man used his bug palm and trapped the door, his face darkened “brat, get your master here, or, I will do something to you”Mark heard their argument, and he came out to check on what was going on, he saw the burly man, the tag on his chest, made his face change drastically.They are the special forces, that control cultivators in the Country, Mark whispered something to Miles.The man asked Mark, “are you the formation master? You don't seem to be a cultivator” he asked and frowned.Mark replied straightforwardly, “I am not”Miles commented, “are you looking for who set up the formation?”The man nodded, “I am the one”The man looked at him in shock, before he regained his senses, “you have to come with me” he said coldly like it was an order.“I am eating” Miles replied, he won't be intimidated by mere titles, the man looked at Miles grimly, “do you know the offence you have committed? How dare you, use such a b
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