Muyao and the crouching Tan Jingfan. Before long, the rest including Yan Zhukong followed suit with emotional kowtows towards the two.
Xi Muyao looked slightly moved as he slowly dispersed the brewing tongue of flame swirling above his fingertips. At this point, the foreheads of Yun Wanshui and the others who were kowtowing had visible bleeds generated from their continuous kowtows.
"I'll forgive you but on one condition, you will have to return back his origin crystals else... we will continue from our last stop" Xi Muyao said icily with his eyes narrowed firmly with his eyes narrowed firmly while another tongue of flame crackled above his fingertips.
CLICK!
Yun Wanshui without care for face and while on his knees walked on all fours like a beast and handed over Tan Jingfan's pouch which contained the seized origin crystals.
