When he is ill, take his life.
Having experienced so many dangers, Li Qing understood this principle very clearly.
The middle-aged man flipped his palm and suddenly a slender, narrow long sword appeared in his hand. He pointed the sword at Li Qing and said in a deep voice, "Young friend, stop, do you really want to make an enemy of the Chang Clan?"
Before Li Qing could speak, Qulou stepped forward with a whisk in his hand and said, "If this Daoist brother is so willing to be a lapdog for the Chang Clan, then let me ask you, do you want to make an enemy of my Nine Truth Palace? It seems you didn't listen carefully to the conversation I just had with my martial uncle. Since that's the case, let me say it again, this is the junior uncle of my Nine Truth Palace, the closed-door disciple of Ancestor Xuan Chen."
