Xuan Qingzi returned to the Daoist School, his mind still somewhat muddled, and subconsciously touched his waist— the pouch that used to hold the Soul Chasing Bell was now empty.
How could he have ended up losing the Magic Artifact given by his master within just one day?
Xuan Qingzi felt like crying but had no tears.
It was just a single request for some help, and he ended up giving away a Magic Artifact.
Utterly ridiculous.
"Sister apprentice, are you blinded by that demoness? That was the Soul Chasing Bell bestowed by our master; how could you give it away so carelessly?" Yao Feifei stamped her foot in anger.
Qin Liuxi's razor-sharp tongue was not only cutting; it was poisoned with venom, extremely so. With just a few words, she managed to hoodwink the senior brother into surrendering the Soul Chasing Bell. Truly infuriating!
