Murong Zhe was at a loss for words for a moment, then argued, "Th-that was this old hag Hu LengHui shaking it apart. What does it have to do with me?"
When Hu LengHui heard that, her fine brows shot up and she snapped, "Murong, you ugly freak, you dare call this old lady an old hag? It was clearly because you couldn't withstand it. Who can you blame!"
Murong Zhe's eye sockets were sunken deep as he said disdainfully, "Isn't this old lady just an old hag?!"
Hu LengHui's Soul Power surged. "Your mouth really did grow crooked."
A figure appeared between them. It was Yan Jinzhong of the Wind Shadow Yan Family!
With a sweep of his hand, he carved a deep ravine between the two of them. This was a warning!
He looked somewhat sharp and fierce, with a scar on his forehead!
Shen Lang slowly stepped forward and said in a measured voice, "Brother Chu and Third Sister Liu are right. You can clap the dust off your backsides and leave, and we're supposed to pay for our goods and shops ourselves?"
"Of course, Murong Zhe, don't worry. Hu SiNiang won't be shorted either. One million each."
Hu LengHui glared furiously and scolded, "Shen Lang, are you trying to fleece me? This old lady gets into one fight, and you're plucking a million out of me?!"
Shen Lang smiled calmly and said, "Every inch of land in Chang'an City is worth gold. These are all high-end shops. Look around and see whether this old man's words are true."
Hu LengHui looked around. Dozens of shops had collapsed or been damaged, and all were fairly high-end. Though this was a small market, it was still a place for the elite.
Then she looked at the eight Soul