At that moment, Liang Qiu's face was ashen as he grit his teeth.
He felt as though his wrist was locked by an iron hoop and he could not move at all!
He felt that his wrist was about to snap, let alone withdraw his palm and break free from Su Zimo's control!
Liang Qiu almost fainted from the pain.
However, he did not dare to say anything in front of everyone because of his dignity and could only endure it.
"I-I just want your storage bag! Hurry and let go!"
Liang Qiu gritted his teeth and explained with a trembling voice.
"Fellow Daoist Su, you should let go,"
Noticing Liang Qiu's expression, Xia Qingying could not help but say, "Liang Qiu's actions were way too reckless. I'll apologize on his behalf. After all, we're all from Snow Wind Ridge. Please show mercy."
"Alright,"
Su Zimo nodded. "Since the mistress has pleaded, I'll let him off."
Su Zimo released his palm.
