Qin Feng, holding the Nine Dragons Altar in one hand and embracing Shangguan Yan's slender waist with the other, said with a chuckle, "Let's go! Home!"
"Get your dirty hand off me!"
Shangguan Yan twisted her waist gently to free herself from Qin Feng's grip and then said with a worried face, "You picked up a great bargain, quietly taking away this mud pot. We should have opened it somewhere secluded. Why did you insist on opening it in front of Wang Quezi? Aren't you just asking for trouble?"
"We've settled the transaction; what does he want, trying to snatch the Nine Dragons Altar back? If anyone's asking for trouble, it's him, Wang Quezi! What about the Southern Faction? Is the Southern Faction so formidable that it overshadows the Loyal Sect?"
Qin Feng really didn't know much about the origins of the Southern Faction, and his words elicited a cold laugh from Shangguan Yan.
"Heh!"
"Are you 'heh-ing' me?"