"Friends from Heavenly Divination Palace, if you know what's good for you, hand over all your Qi Luck Orbs!"
A sharp-faced disciple of the Myriad Manifestations Pavilion stepped forward, his sword angled toward them and his voice full of arrogance.
"Otherwise, we can't promise nothing bad will happen!"
Lin Yang narrowed her eyes and snorted.
"Why should we?"
"In a Secret Realm, everyone competes for treasure by their own skill!"
"We won those treasures through our own strength. They're ours!"
"If you took them from us in a fair fight, we'd accept it!"
"But with so many sects ganging up on us, aren't you afraid people will laugh at you?"
The sharp-faced disciple sneered.
"Ganging up on you?"
"Now you're afraid of being surrounded?"
"When Heavenly Divination Palace made enemies of everyone, did you ever think this might happen?"
Lin Yang frowned.
"Speak plainly!"
"When did we make enemies of everyone?"
A burly disciple of the Lihuo Divine Sect burst out laughing.
"Hahaha!"
"You still don't know?"
"How many of our people has that Big Fat Sheep of yours injured? How many of our Qi Luck Orbs has he stolen?"
"We can't find out who he is, so for all we know, he could be any one of you!"
"It's only right that you take the blame for him!"
"Hand them over while you can, unless you want a beating!"
His words set the crowd off.
"That's right! Hand them over!"
"Refuse, and don't blame us for what happens!"
Lin Yang's face darkened.
She had heard a little about Big Fat Sheep.
A few days earlier, when Heavenly Divination Palace had suddenly become a target, she had sensed something was wrong and hurried to investigate.
When she learned that a disciple wearing Heavenly Divination Palace robes had stolen Qi Luck