When this voice rang out, the faces of the three people suddenly turned terrified, because they had already recognized it. This voice was none other than Su Xuan. After hearing Su Xuan's voice, several people were somewhat scared out of their wits. To be honest, Su Xuan had left a deep impression on them. The reason they could be so unrestrained was largely due to the rumor that Su Xuan was no longer around.
"You... you're not dead!"
San looked at Su Xuan, the muscles on his face twitching. He never expected Su Xuan to be alive; this truly exceeded his expectations.
"Heh, you are Zeng Qingjun, nicknamed San! Seems like you were at the end of your rope after bankruptcy and being chased, and then I took you in, yes or no!"
Su Xuan looked at this San, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
"Yes!"
San replied somewhat feebly.
"I'll give you two choices. Return the Moyun Sword, then sever one of your hands and a foot yourself, and I can spare your life!"
