"Over the years, you've embezzled quite a few treasures from the Emotion Cutting Hall. Naturally, you have to obediently cough them up when you leave! Besides, the space storage ring in your hand belongs to our sect!" Zhan Pengfei had an unquestionable demeanor, with a cold and stern presence that suggested he would act if the request wasn't met. The fat elder was so infuriated that it made his teeth itch.
"Fine! Very well! Zhan Pengfei, remember today's humiliation!" The fat elder pulled the storage ring off his finger and threw it into Zhan Pengfei's hand, his face dark with the glow of hatred and fury. He cast a vicious glance at Mu Qianyue and Nalan Jing before swiftly turning and leaving.
As for the two disciples who were keeping watch, they were also expelled from the Emotion Cutting Hall. The two disciples wore expressions of depression and regret, kneeling and begging for mercy. Unfortunately, Zhan Pengfei would not give them another chance.
