Competition for such prizes inevitably involved bloodshed. This was an undeniable truth, a point history could never ignore. The Jianghu people fought ferociously over Martial Arts Manuals. They had completely lost their minds, each snatching desperately without regard for their lives.
Luo Qingbei glanced at them indifferently, his gaze pausing on the Profound Yellow Sect Disciples. To be precise, it lingered on Junlin and his team, whom he had noticed earlier. Seeing the Lower-grade Spiritual Stones taken by them, Luo Qingbei had intended to step in and demand them back, but recalling Xu Nian's terrifying kick, he chose to let it go.
"Ninth, do you think Xu Nian still wants to return to the Capital City?" Luo Qingbei asked in a cold tone. He referred to Xu Nian, not Luo Yushu, which was somewhat intriguing.
