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Qian Jiyun and his companion: "..."
How could they forget, the person before them was soone who coexisted with Huayan Peak. Was there anyone who knew more about Huayan Peak than this person in front of them?
"You..."
’Clatter——’
Qian Jiyun was just about to ask sothing when he heard the sound of things falling to the ground.
He turned his head and saw that many items had fallen from the ntor, almost burying him. Fortunately, he still had so Original Soul energy left, allowing him to crawl out from the pile of items.
"You guys... you’re too much."
These items were all from his small space; so were left by An Tu, but most were accumulated by him over the years at Huayan Peak.
He didn’t expect that Qian Jiyun would really be so ruthless, actually wanting to take away all his things.
"These things are mine, mine."
He wanted to retrieve all these items, but unfortunately, he didn’t have the ability now because the small space simply couldn’t be entered.
Moreover, he looked at Qian Jiyun, then glanced at the Rhythmic Soul Devil Jade emanating black aura. Whether he could leave this place today was uncertain, and it seed that these items wouldn’t even accompany him in death.
"Which of the things at Huayan Peak belongs to you?"
The Rhythmic Soul Devil Jade questioned the ntor. Everything here, whether items or people, belonged to him, didn’t they?
Moreover, many of the things here were tainted with the aura and blood of others. With just a sweep, he knew that this scoundrel had stolen them from others.
Not only did he rob, but it’s also highly likely that he took others’ lives.
"If it weren’t for the inter-plane travelers having questions for you, I would end your life now!" he said.
"You..."
The ntor was frightened.
Although he had long expected to die here, hearing it and expecting it were two different things, especially learning of his death from the master themselves, which made it even more terrifying.
"If you have any sense, speak quickly. I can still give you a choice, to end your life directly or to be drained of your Essence Blood and die," the Rhythmic Soul Devil Jade said again.
Being drained of Essence Blood is a long process and excruciatingly painful, not sothing an ordinary person could endure.
Of course, this was just sothing he said to frighten this scoundrel; he wasn’t interested in such filthy Essence Blood to debase himself.
"You, you..." The ntor stamred, afraid to reply.
This piece of jade was a thousand tis more terrifying than the aura around Qian Jiyun. He knew he couldn’t afford to provoke it and didn’t dare to, because he understood that if he offended this jade, it could an a fate worse than death.
He looked hatefully at Qian Jiyun.
"What do you want to ask?"
"What do I want to ask?"
Qian Jiyun chuckled twice.
By now, he was still playing gas with him. Did he think that as long as he answered the questions he was asked, the rest, which he didn’t know, could remain forever unknown?
"Playing mind gas with , huh? What do you think I want to ask you?" he countered.
The ntor: "..."
Qian Jiyun was indeed not easily fooled. With just a small trick, he was rcilessly exposed by Qian Jiyun.
But was it his fault? Did he have to tell Qian Jiyun everything he knew?
"The things An Tu asked to give you are all in that pile. Go find them yourself."
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