This made Third Master's heart bleed.
Zhu Yinyang, a dignified Spirit Martial Realm master, cost their bandits an unimaginable number of resources to cultivate. Yet now, he had fallen into such a terrible state, being beaten like a dog by Yang Chen.
The most crucial point was that Zhu Yinyang was the Fierce Ghost Protector of their horse-thief gang. Slapping Zhu Yinyang's face was just like slapping Third Master's face!
Third Master said solemnly, "Very well, Kid, you've got guts. I, the Third Master, have been wandering the Great Wilderness for many years, and you're the first little brat bold enough to provoke me."
"Third Master, stop talking nonsense. Since the person has already been brought here, can we exchange hostages now?" Yang Jinhe snorted coldly. There was no point in saying anything more, so he cut straight to the chase.
"Exchange hostages? Of course, we can. But before that, I have one more condition." Third Master licked his lips.
