A Copper Coin-Sell Them to Me!

[Ouyang Huangquan's words came as a complete surprise to everyone!]

[Xiao Yu's face was filled with disbelief!]

[Senluo Hall, that place renowned for its iron-blooded ruthlessness, had laws as strict as steel. Living men had always been forbidden to approach; once one stepped into its domain, it was like entering the Yellow Springs, with death as the only path for everyone around.]

[Why had it suddenly changed its nature today!]

[The originally grave and oppressive atmosphere instantly loosened.]

[The brocade-clad man looked over the scene. The twenty-four swordsmen stood silently in the rain as well.]

[Within Senluo Hall, the chief leader was a supreme existence. Once his word was spoken, every assassin had to bow their head and obey. Not a single word from Ouyang Huangquan could be questioned.]

[The brocade-clad man picked up the fan he had discarded on the table and tucked it back into his belt. He worshipped Young Master Owl Moon and hoped to be as carefree and dashing as him, with the martial world and beauties both in his grasp. That was why he carried a fan with him.]

[Now that there was a chance to live, who would gamble on a fight they knew would end with no return?]

[He still had a bright future ahead of him. Wouldn't a carefree life in the martial world be good?]

[He raised his sword before his chest in salute. "Hall Master Ouyang, then we shall take our leave!"]

["Senior Sister, let's go!"]

[The brocade-clad man was preparing to leave with the woman in green.]

[Ouyang Huangquan interrupted, "No hurry."]

[The brocade-clad man froze, then cautiously probed, "Hall Master, what do you mean by that?"]

[The ponytailed woman at the side was shielded behind one of the gray-clad elders.]

[The gray-clad elder said in a deep voice,