A Kick Sent Him Flying

"What should we do?"

Hu Manrong, Nan Sisi, and Li Menglan exchanged glances, all seeing the unwillingness in each other's eyes.

After all, they had mined for nearly a hundred thousand years. Now they were supposed to hand over the fruits of all that labor to someone else. How could they possibly be willing?

"Give them to him. Otherwise, we'll lose our lives. No matter how many World Condensation Drops we have, they'll be useless then." Li Menglan sent a voice transmission to Hu Manrong and Nan Sisi.

"Dreamlan's right," Nan Sisi transmitted.

"I'm not willing to accept this!" Hu Manrong transmitted, his voice filled with unwillingness and hatred.

"What are you three whispering about over there?" Black Crow Lord frowned. "Hurry up. If you hand them over willingly, you might still keep your lives. If I make a move, I'll only be searching your corpses!"

"Elder Sister Menglan!" Just then, a young man's voice, filled with surprise, rang out behind Li Menglan, Hu Manrong, and Nan Sisi.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Li Menglan turned around and saw that the newcomer was none other than Li Zhōujūn.

But when Li Menglan saw Li Zhōujūn appear, there was no joy in her eyes. Instead, they were filled with helplessness. She wanted Li Zhōujūn to run, but it seemed too late.

If she had encountered Li Zhōujūn under any other circumstances, Li Menglan might have been delighted.

But the situation was different now. Li Zhōujūn had shown up at the worst possible time!

"Oh? Another person has come to deliver treasures to me?" Black Crow Lord chuckled.

He assumed that Li Zhōujūn knew Li Menglan and the others, so his cultivation probably could not be very high.

After all, as the old saying went, birds of a feather flock together, and