Luo Qian nodded. "Very good. I trust Young Master Bai." Bai Zisheng handed him the potion, but to his surprise, Luo Qian took it back. "Come, have Young Master Bai write an IOU." Bai Zisheng was shaking too badly to write. The bodyguards suppressed their laughter, wrote the IOU for him, then took his hand and pressed his thumbprint onto it.
"Phew." Luo Qian blew on the still-wet ink, nodded in satisfaction, folded the IOU, and put it away. "That's Three Hundred Thousand, you know." Only then did he pour the antidote down Bai Zisheng's throat. Master Basmo's antidote truly worked. Bai Zisheng gulped it down, and within moments, color returned to his face. Luo Qian waved with a smile. "Take him back." The bodyguards had followed Luo Qian long enough to know exactly what he meant. He had not said to take Bai Zisheng home, only to "take him back." Back where? To Feng Feitian's Planet, of course. Some of the bodyguards escorted Bai Zisheng openly while keeping him under guard in secret.
Of the twenty-odd raiders on the ground, more than half were dead. Only seven or eight still drew breath. Luo Qian walked up to one of them with a smile. "Do you know who I am?" The man had lost a leg and was covered in blood. He rolled his eyes. "Are you famous?" Luo Qian was left speechless. He was famous in the Immortal Realm, and he would be famous in the Saint Realm someday, but for now...
"I only asked because I wanted to tell you who I am—" "Not interested!" Knowing he was going to die, the raider decided to play the hero to the bitter end and cut Luo Qian off. Luo Qian was a little more patient with people who could