Zhao Long paid no attention to Chu Yi, instead, his gaze landed on the three men.
"Yunxian Hall, is it? Pleased to meet you, my name is Zhao Long," he said.
"There's some rather good news that I estimate you haven't heard about yet."
"What?"
"If you kill this girl, your Yunxian Hall could have the chance to acquire a mining tunnel—a tunnel teeming with spirit stones."
"Is this true?"
It was evident that the middle-aged man was already tempted.
"The Nanmen Sect has been quite audacious lately, even allowing this mere girl to steal your Yunxian Hall's spirit stones. Don't you feel ashamed?"
"Pah, I did steal their spirit stones, but do you know what this lecher wanted to do?"
Murong Xue pointed her right hand directly at the man who looked similar to Chu Yi.
Upon hearing the word "lecher," Chu Yi understood what was happening.
It seems Zhao Long was also a lecher; otherwise, he wouldn't have come here at this time.
The man in grey burst into laughter.
