Before Qi Tian could open his mouth, one of the Nascent Soul Masters protecting him stepped forward to shield Qi Tian and himself from this suddenly emerging moustache-wearing man, and scolded without courtesy, "What are you trying to do? Move aside quickly."
The moustache-wearing man chuckled sinisterly, his voice sharp and grating, with an undertone of sleaze and deceit. He said, "Sir, I have no other intentions. I've been following you for quite a while, and I've noticed that this young master has a discerning eye. He is someone who knows the real value of things. Any treasure that comes into his possession will not gather dust. I really admire that."
The Nascent Soul Master replied impatiently, "What has that got to do with you? Don't make me repeat myself; move aside and do not block our path. Otherwise, don't blame me if I have to teach you a lesson with my hands."
