Li Qing was now somewhat confused by what exactly he was facing, listening to it was almost like dealing with a case of multiple personality disorder, one moment an uncle, the next a child, speaking in a haphazard manner.
This situation neither resembled the blessed land that could foster heavenly treasures as described by Hong Fang Zhenren, nor did it seem like a place filled with malevolent spirits.
"If you want to keep me, it's not impossible, but let's see what skills you possess!" Li Qing said with a faint mocking smile, coldly speaking, "Anyway, I've realized that today's situation is probably a matter of kill or be killed."
"How about this, send these few people out, and I will play along with you."
"Young friend, Burning Man Valley has its own rules, we do not intend to hurt people, but one must not trespass here without restraint!" The wind wailed, this time with an old man's voice, sounding as if he could run out of breath at any moment.
