"Hehe..."
"Very well, if you won't tell the truth, then I'll let my flying sword ask you instead!" Yi Mu's words carried a heavy threat.
"Zheng..."
A sword hum resounded, shaking their very souls. The sword flew like a rainbow and instantly pierced the heart of the middle-aged man, a spurt of blood following.
"Now, are you going to talk or not?"
Yi Mu cast a cold gaze over the crowd.
These people had never witnessed the divine skills of a cultivator. When Yi Mu's gaze swept over them, they shivered violently, their hairs standing on end.
At the moment they saw the middle-aged man collapse, some of the more cowardly ones had already wet their pants.
One person in the crowd, trembling, stepped forward, "Immortal fairy, spare our lives. We'll tell you everything you want to know."
Yi Mu retracted her flying sword and held it at her side.
"Was this White Jade Arhat stolen by you?"
