"Treasure?"
Ye Zhen's mouth curled into a sneer. His toes transformed into a series of illusions and kicked out like lightning, swiftly dislocating the imposter's joints and sealing his dantian before tossing him aside.
In fact, Ye Zhen spared his life not because of any treasure but primarily because Ye Zhen wanted to find out how many wrongdoings this scoundrel had committed under his name!
"Everyone, I am Ye Zhen from the Qiyun Sect. As I seldom walk in the Jianghu, it has allowed such thieves to deceive under my name. I apologize. Here, I offer my apologies to everyone!"
"Today, since friends are here, I ask you to convey a message for Ye Zhen to our comrades in the Jianghu. Compared to the title of Duke Wusan, my true identity is that of a martial artist, a disciple of the Qiyun Sect!
