It was only natural that the embroidered-gown youth would not allow any of the Qing-Yun disciples to leave. If even one of them left and sent a message to their sect asking for help and their Foundation Stage elders arrived as reinforcements, it would bring nothing but misfortune. That being said, the youth was actually relieved when Fang Xing asked him to release his Qing-Yun brothers and sisters; the boy seem to have a fairly good relationship with all these disciples.
"Boy, everything will be good if you hand the manual over so I can have a look. If you don’t, both you and all your brothers and sisters will have to die…" the youth said in a serious manner, his voice filled with bloodthirst.
Fang Xing’s voice shivered in apparent fear, "N— no… you can’t do that…."
The embroidered-gown youth became even more confident at such a frightened response. "You don’t believe I can? Xiongnu, break one of his arms!"
