Zhang Hong knew what he was doing. His eyes narrowed on the youth as he smiled just as kindly as a benevolent old man, but... there was a cunning in his eyes that he tried to hide.
His smile, his movements, his voice – all were fake. The only thing he wanted was to worm his way into Xie Qing's trust and seize his treasures. And when he became useless...
He would discard him like a lizard sheds its tail.
This was the face of devilish cultivators. Trusting them was like soaping your own neck for the executioner.
And Xie Qing was planning to exploit this situation to the fullest.
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"This…"
The youth raised his head, and his face clearly showed a struggle – worry, greed, and... desperation. In the end, Xie Qing gritted his teeth and waved his hand. His spatial ring flashed.
"This!..."
