"Conditions? Let's hear them, Young Master Yang." Qin Yue looked at Yang Qing with a faint smile.
He wanted to know what sort of conditions this man, whose expression remained calm no matter the circumstances, would ask of him.
"My condition is simple. Where will the next Holy Envoy Token appear?"
Qin Yue raised an eyebrow. "That's all?"
Yang Qing smiled. "So I did come to the right person?"
To Yang Qing and his companions, the whereabouts of the Holy Envoy Tokens were like bamboo shoots growing underground. Only when they pushed up a mound of earth themselves could the group find any trace of them.
Yet Qin Yue had said those words without so much as a change in expression. Wasn't he plainly telling them that he had always known exactly where the Holy Envoy Tokens were?
"I would like to ask one thing, though. What do you intend to do with the remaining Holy Envoy Tokens?"
Not long ago, Yang Qing and his companions had already used his hands to destroy one token. If they destroyed another, Qin Yue felt that he might not be able to keep the head on his shoulders.
Qin Yue was not entirely clear on what these tokens did, either, but he knew that the Eastern Radiance Remnants had spent centuries shedding blood and tears to gather them all.
Thus, no matter what his master intended to do with these tokens, Qin Yue would never question him.
To people like them, these tokens had long since become more than mere objects. These tokens were their faith.
Now, Qin Yue had destroyed one piece of that faith with his own hands. He dared not think too deeply about what that meant.
Qin Yue knew that even if he said nothing, his master would discover