Seven female cultivators, with hesitant eyes, looked at the indifferent Dou Yu and the silent Han Yi. For a moment, they couldn't tell who was the real one.
In this situation, Dou Yu's confidence, Han Yi's temperament, and the sword tool they both carried made it difficult for them to make a simple judgment.
Han Yi, who was caught off guard just now, had returned to his senses. With a single thought, he understood what trick Dou Yu was playing.
"Brother Dou, please return the spirit stones to our fellow cultivators."
"As for me, Han Yi, I do not accept followers."
Han Yi was genuinely speechless. Dou Yu was ruining his reputation, but that didn't matter to him. However, he was representing the Xuandan Sect and the Profound Immortal Pavilion on this trip, and he couldn't mess up the tasks entrusted to him by Qin Wuxian and Liu Ruyan.
