"Lan Qijin, a member of the Human Race, yet you willingly became a lackey for the Demon Race. From this day forward, I strip you of your position as an Island Master of the Vast Sea Divine Palace. I... sentence you to death!"
Zong Ji spoke coldly, then lightly pointed a finger. The attack struck like the force of a boundless ocean. Lan Qijin's eyes flew wide open, and before he could even scream, he exploded into a mist of blood. "A lackey for the Demon Race! Your death is well-deserved!"
"Master Qin, the matter is resolved. I will take my leave now."
"Wait a moment." Qin Ya suddenly stopped Zong Ji.
Zong Ji froze, then, as if realizing something, said with a slight twitch of his lips, "Master Qin, you can't possibly be serious about making me compensate you with two hundred pounds of Primordial Stones, can you?"
'Come on, you have three hundred thousand pounds of Primordial Stones on you, and you're still this stingy?'
