Lu Yan's mind spun rapidly, weighing up the pros and cons.
He didn't understand the martial arts inscribed in that jade book at all. Keeping it had no value whatsoever.
Furthermore, looking at the situation, it seemed clear that the other party wouldn't stop until it achieved its goal. It was pointless to try and bluff them.
It was not worth to offend the Yan Clan, a feudal household of honorable rank over a scroll of martial arts that was unpracticable.
"I remember now, after I injured that martial spirit, it did leave behind a parcel. There was an iron box inside. Take a look, see if it's this," Lu Yan suggested.
He untied the cloth bag, pulled out the iron box, and with a flick of his hand, sent the box flying towards the opposing party.
The middle-aged man caught the iron box. Upon opening it, a smile appeared on his face.
"Brother..." he started.
The middle-aged man smiled, his eyes, however, flashed with a cold murderous intent as he reached for the hilt of his knife.
