Jiang Lai sat still.
"Sorry, we don't want to move. If you want to handle matters, go to the side."
Upon hearing Jiang Lai say this, Du Furong's eyes widened.
These were people from the Three Sects—wealthy enough to casually pull out a thousand or two spirit stones from their pockets, and their cultivation was high, beyond comparison.
The female disciple was obviously displeased, her brows furrowed as she was about to say something, when the man who'd been standing behind her stepped forward and directly took out a bag of spirit stones from the storage space.
"We truly have something important to do, and these spirit stones are compensation, hoping you can hurry."
Somewhat polite, but not very.
Looking at the spirit stones, Fourth Senior Brother was ready to go in and move people, but just as he got up, his little junior sister spoke.
