"Qin Baili, this is the territory of the Beihua Sect, not a place where you can act recklessly!"
The gray-robed elder said in a deep voice, his eyes changing, and he lightly pointed a finger, a barely noticeable white light flashing past.
Pop!
The suction in Qin Baili's right hand seemed to deflate like a punctured balloon and dissipated instantly. Chu Ming felt his body stabilize, the suction disappearing instantly. He looked up.
"Yuchi Yan, he is not one of your Beihua Sect martial artists. Hand him over, and I will leave immediately."
Qin Baili's eyes darkened as he spoke slowly. He had come for Chu Ming because of matters related to the Skull Society. The Skull Society was under the protection of the Black Water Sect, and paid a tribute of millions of Lower Grade Spirit Stones annually. Now that the Skull Society had been annihilated, if the Black Water Sect did not respond, they would be looked down upon by other martial artists.
