"Fellow Daoist."
She forced out a slight smile, "We are being pursued and encountered some trouble, inadvertently entering this place. If we have offended in any way..."
"Enough nonsense!"
The old man in brocade interrupted, "Hand over the storage magical treasure, and I'll spare your lives!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qi's expression changed, a cold gleam flashed in her eyes, and her fingers had already gripped the Ice Soul Divine Needle.
"Ha..."
At the tense moment, a light chuckle suddenly sounded.
"And you dare to rob me?"
Li Yunjing slowly opened his eyes, the corner of his mouth curled with a strange smile.
"Hmm?"
The old man in brocade paused, then was filled with anger, "Courting death!"
Just as he was about to strike, Li Yunjing waved his hand, his mana growing in size with the wind, transforming into a large golden hand that slapped him across the face.
"Not good!"
