At that moment, when Gong Xiuhua told them the man had taken refuge in Shatai Valley, the crowd could hardly believe their ears.
"That dog of a thief is only a junior in the Condensed Liquid Realm!"
An even greater thunderclap crashed down.
A young man in red even worked up the courage to say, "Young Master, you—you must be joking with us. Surely Senior Brother Liu is hiding somewhere, just to play a trick on us."
At those words, everyone came to their senses. Given Young Master Gong's temperament, this sort of mischievous prank was certainly something he might pull.
What was summoning more than twenty Soul Sensing Middle Stage experts here in a hurry, or throwing half the sect's operations into disarray, if not a bid to make Liu Xiangdao laugh? What wouldn't Young Master Gong do?
The more they thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. One man even hurried forward to curry favor, putting on a show of complaint. "Young Master, you're far too cruel. One word from you made us drop everything and rush over here. The sect master must be furious by now, smashing his treasures to pieces."
It was clear this man knew Gong Xiuhua's temperament well. The more wicked he made Gong Xiuhua sound, the more perfectly he thought he was flattering him.
He thought he had played his cards right. Instead, the moment he finished speaking, Gong Xiuhua's jade-like palm whipped across and sent him flying. "Enough! Get your ass out there and find that man. Spread the word to everyone in Shatai Valley: whoever kills that dog of a thief and captures his yin soul will receive one Martial Edict and a thousand Spirit Stones. Whoever takes him alive will receive two Martial Edicts and one mid-grade Spirit Stone.