Jiang Ping'an realized what was happening and immediately dragged Yang Jishan towards the courtyard exit.
At this moment, he didn't know if Yang Jishan was dead or alive, he just knew he had to escape with him.
"Eighth Master!"
Just as he stepped out the door, he saw Yang Cheng'an with a black-robed cultivator's flying sword pierced through his chest.
Yang Cheng'an coughed up blood and fell to the ground, his eyes turning gray.
"Haha~~ Even an ant-like Martial Artist dares to attack an Immortal Cultivator, courting death!"
The black-robed cultivator said coldly, then he snatched the Storage Bag from Yang Cheng'an's waist, looked through it briefly, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.
Not only were all the magic artifacts he'd sold there, but there were also tens of thousands of Spirit Stones in the Storage Bag.
His guess was correct; this Artifact Refining Workshop was indeed filthy rich.
