In response to Xia Liu's hope were Jia Quan's venomous words.
Today, you may end up crippled in this desolate forest!
"Oh? What do you two Daoist fellows mean?"
Xia Liu paused his movement, standing like Mount Tai upon his sword.
"Daoist Fellow Xia, you have two paths before you now."
"Please instruct me."
"One, hand over everything you possess, kneel before us, and perhaps we might spare your life."
"Two, I'll kill you and then take all your wealth."
Jia Quan spoke confidently.
"Idiot!"
Xia Liu had sensed it before.
These two would definitely have intentions.
As expected, in this remote and deserted area, their true faces were revealed.
"Good, good!"
Hearing Xia Liu's sarcastic remarks, Jia Quan clapped in applause.
"Daoist Fellow Xia, let me offer you a word of advice: in your next life as a cultivator, remember to be more low-key!"
"Daoist Fellow Ming!"
Drink!
