‘His hands were a bit tight? Was he certain that it wasn’t because of other reasons?’
Qin Weiwei ground her teeth, silently cursing in her heart. She couldn't understand how Miao Yi could be shameless enough to deceive both the Mountain Chieftain and the Manor Head into fighting with each other. Such audacity…
Yang Qing wasn’t a fool either. He leveled a glare at the Great Master Miao Yi when he deduced what he was really hinting at from his words and behaviour.
His gaze fell to the six storage rings on Miao Yi’s hands. ‘How dare he claim himself to be a poor man?’ Yang Qing turned his face away from Miao Yi, pretending that he hadn’t understood a single word coming from Miao Yi’s mouth.
Miao Yi was at a loss for words, and began muttering silently in his heart that it probably wasn’t an opportune moment to directly request it of Yang Qing just then.
The conditions were crude and simple, only allowing the two thousand men to spread out to the sides, and look for places to rest.
