After that, Guo Jia no longer concerned himself with the exchange of people, instead squatting down to study this Cong man lying on the ground. To be honest, although Guan Yu didn't use a knife, just a casual swipe, anyone who didn't die must be an outstanding figure in Qi Refining to Gang.
"Well, I can be considered a benefactor who has saved your tribe. How do you plan to repay me?" Guo Jia said shamelessly, looking at the man spitting blood on the ground, having no intention to treat him, as Qi Refining to Gang is not something easy to die from.
The man's face turned red with anger, spitting blood as he said, "If not... for you wanting to buy... slaves, how could our tribe... end up in this predicament!"
"Oh, why don't you say your tribe is too weak?" Guo Jia said with a smile.
"Hmph!" The man snorted coldly and struggled to get up, but the pressure Guan Yu exerted on him was still there. He also knew that the cold and proud man standing nearby was an unparalleled master.
