The man in brocade wearing a mask said in a deep voice.
"Just because you're a Daoist, does it mean you can forcibly take someone else's treasure? Aren't you afraid of becoming a laughingstock if word gets out?"
Li Qian snorted coldly, "If you want the Heavenly Sword Stele, let's see if my sword agrees first?"
The face hiding behind the masked man's brocade robe turned extremely unsightly.
"Fine, fine, fine..."
The man gritted his teeth, saying "fine" thrice, his voice filled with intense venom.
Yet after communicating with the grey-clad person beside him, he received a response indicating they were not adversaries, feeling utterly frustrated inside.
He was so close to acquiring the Heavenly Sword Stele, but a powerful figure emerged from nowhere, shattering his dream into bubbles.
He was filled with hatred.
"We leave."
With a deadly look at Lin Qingping, the masked brocade man turned around and flew away with the grey-clad man.
