Yuan Qingshan forced a smile and said, "Brother Chen, we mean no harm, we're just curious. If there's any opportunity inside, it wouldn't hurt to share some anecdotes with us."
Chen Xiao sneered, "Do you really just want to hear something that simple?"
"Of course," Yuan Qingshan maintained his composure and smiled, "If Brother Chen is willing to share what you've gained inside, perhaps, we would be even happier."
Seeing his hypocritical face, Chen Xiao felt nauseated and said coldly, "I've certainly gained quite a bit inside. If you want it, you can come and get it, just stop pretending with this fake face!"
"You, a mere secular loose cultivator, dare to speak so arrogantly. It seems I really gave you too much face before!" Jian Yiming said arrogantly, "Be sensible and hand over what you obtained inside, then, get lost!"
As he spoke, he drew his sharp sword, poised to strike at any disagreement.
"You?!"
The contemptuous words escaped from Chen Xiao's mouth.
