"Alright!"
Lin Zheyu said in a deep voice, a look of unwillingness appearing on his face.
He untied his bundle, slowly crouched down, and placed it on the ground.
"And, hand over the cultivation technique too." The young man said with a sneer.
"Sorry, I didn't bring the cultivation technique with me. Can I go back to retrieve it?" Lin Zheyu said.
"Heh, do you think I'm a fool?"
"If you didn't bring it, then come back with me and write it out." Zhao Ziyang snorted coldly.
He pulled out a medicine pill from his pocket and said, "Put your hands on your head, crawl over here, and swallow this pill."
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes narrowed, and he nocked an arrow and pulled the bow.
Swish—
The arrow shot out suddenly, aiming for Lin Zheyu's waist pouch.
Just now, he had noticed that Lin Zheyu had sneakily reached for his waist pouch. In his eyes, this was a foolish act.
Swish swish swish.
