"So, you can start showing your sincerity."
Yang Jian gave a faint chuckle.
His smile was slight, but in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, it looked like a death warrant.
At those words, Ning Fengzhi's expression darkened further.
He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing, but in the end, he could not utter a word.
On the surface, Yang Jian had left the choice to him.
In reality, however, until Yang Jian nodded, he would have to keep showing his sincerity!
When someone who could crush the guardian deities of their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect stood before him and demanded that he "show his sincerity," could he offer too little?
Would he dare offer too little?
Ning Fengzhi understood it as clearly as a polished mirror: unless he satisfied Yang Jian today, this harbinger of calamity could change his mind at any moment.
By the time Yang Jian finally nodded, Ning Fengzhi had emptied two-thirds of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Treasure Vault.
Looking at the more-than-half-empty Treasure Vault, Ning Fengzhi felt his heart bleed.
Those treasures were the wealth the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had accumulated over hundreds of years, one of the foundations of its standing among the Upper Three Sects. Now someone had brazenly carried them away.
But he could only swallow his resentment, because if his heart did not bleed, other parts of him would.
"You are quite generous, Sect Master Ning. We can consider today's matter settled."
Yang Jian chuckled and put the last item into his Soul Tool.
He turned, his cloud-colored robe tracing an arc through the air, and became a streak of rainbow light that vanished into the sky in the blink of an eye.
That rainbow streak moved incredibly fast. At first, a speck of light was still visible,