"Fellow Daoist Fang, could you change the condition?" Jin Xiuqi called after Song Wen, who had already stepped out of the shop.
No matter how much he cared about Li Yue, he could never cripple one of his own Spirit Transformation cultivators in full view of everyone.
If he did so, then no matter how exceptional his talent, the Jin Clan's Void Refinement ancestors would never value him again.
A man so bewitched by beauty that he lost his soul and senses could never be entrusted with great responsibility.
Song Wen turned a deaf ear to Jin Xiuqi's words. He walked farther and farther away, gradually vanishing into the flow of passersby.
Jin Xiuqi gritted his teeth. A longsword suddenly appeared in his hand, and a cold gleam flickered in his eyes.
Jin Kaicheng's face abruptly turned deathly pale as he staggered backward again and again.
"Jin Xiuqi, what are you trying to do? If you truly dare cripple my cultivation, the family will never let you off lightly." In his terror, he no longer called him "Young Master," instead directly addressing Jin Xiuqi by name.
"Rest assured, I will not cripple your cultivation. I merely need to borrow an arm. Afterward, I will personally reattach it for you and offer generous gifts as an apology."
Before the other man could respond, he raised his hand and slashed through the air.
"Pfft!"
Jin Kaicheng's right arm was severed at the shoulder. Blood sprayed everywhere as the arm flew high into the air.
Jin Xiuqi drew the severed arm to himself, turned, and headed for the shop's exit, leaving behind Jin Kaicheng, still reeling from fright.
The instant Song Wen saw Jin Xiuqi draw his flying sword, his brow twitched. His pace immediately quickened, and he became an afterimage weaving through