"No need. We don't know this man, and we've never given him any Magic Treasure."
Just then, a handsome youth stepped forward, but his words plunged Zhang San into an ice cellar.
He had meant to buy time while he thought of another way out, never expecting to actually run into members of the Zhang Family here.
The shop assistant's gaze darkened.
A cold gleam flashed, and a piercing scream rang out inside the shop.
Two severed hands lay at the shop assistant's feet.
A trace of disgust crossed the assistant's otherwise placid eyes. "Throw him out."
And just like that, Zhang San was dealt with.
Su Jiu watched the farce with a raised eyebrow, finally understanding this shop's rules.
Someone nearby could not help murmuring, "Didn't they say theft cost you one hand? Why did they cut off both?"
Another person sighed softly. "If you deny stealing and then get caught, you receive double the punishment."
"There's a rule like that too?"
"It's the very last rule on the notice board outside. But this is also the first time I've seen someone injured that badly still stubbornly deny it."
The two walked away, shaking their heads.
The Zhang Family disciple who had stepped forward later, however, glanced several more times toward Su Jiu's group of three, seemingly pondering something.
"What's wrong, Young Master?" A shrewd-looking middle-aged man beside him followed the youth's gaze.
They were merely a few unremarkable cultivators.
The youth withdrew his gaze and shook his head. "I've just heard a few rumors and was curious about what made the people in them so special."
After making a circuit of the first level, Su Jiu and the others lost interest and went straight to the second level.
To them, these Magic Treasures were quite ordinary, and