Shen Xuan was utterly surprised.
His voice seemed to tremble.
"Senior Zheng, what do you mean by this?"
"What do I mean?"
Zheng Jinyi gave Shen Xuan a sideways glance and said coldly, "Shen Xuan, don't say I didn't give you a way out."
"Hand over the Storage Pouch and Magical Artifact, seal your Dantian Spiritual Power, and obey quietly."
"In this way, I might spare your life."
"Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Shen Xuan shook his head and sighed.
"Senior Zheng, I have no enmity with the Zheng Family. If in the past, I have done anything wrong, I ask for understanding, can we not laugh off grievances when we meet?"
"So easily said! Do you know that because of your Poison Talisman, more than ten people from my Zheng Family have been killed or injured! The Patriarch's old wounds have also relapsed because of it!"
At this moment, Zheng Xiwen, with blood-red eyes, was staring fixedly at Shen Xuan.
