"This is slaughter!"
"Yes, I didn't deny it." Luo Qianqian looked at the pot naturally, "And I wasted a good pot; who knows how much I spent on it."
He Wenyu glanced twice, "I think it was two hundred and ninety-nine."
"Did you hear that? Two hundred and ninety-nine taels; I'm not asking for much." Luo Qianqian's eyes were still blood-red, if it weren't for the Blessed Land Cave Heaven's order, how could it be that any sect making a move against them would face problems? It was clearly a decision from the other sect, not an individual."
"Are you Nine Heavens Pavilion truly making an enemy of us in the Blessed Land Cave Heaven?" The tone carried a chilling coldness and a sense of coercion and threat.
