Liang Qu raised an eyebrow and grasped the drawstring of the skin bag, lifting it high.
"Don't want any of it?"
The martial master shook his head even more vigorously.
"Fine, if you don't want it… I do!"
Ignoring the astonished martial masters, Fubo made a sweeping half-circle, his blade pointing at the only Beacon Fire Martial Master standing in the middle of the field.
"Hey, over there!"
Xu Zishuai looked around him.
"Don't look at anyone else, yes, you, go and bring me their prey!"
Liang Qu sat astride his horse with the air of someone sparing a life for the purpose of keeping them to do work.
"..."
"Keep still, what are you fidgeting for? Hands on your head, squat down! Where's the game you hunted last night? Hand it all over!"
Xu Zishuai gave a small kick.
The martial master, taking small steps backward, dared not move any further.
As it turned out, not just anyone could join the excitement; a group of martial masters squatted in a row, quite cooperative.
