"If I tell you to take it off, take it off! Why all the damned talk?"
Liu Min laughed. "When you asked for the Blue-and-White Hairpin, I gave it to your disciple because it was yours to begin with. But the Heavenly Silkworm Garment? Don't even dream of it!"
"You lost the Blue-and-White Hairpin. It's only right that you compensate me with the Heavenly Silkworm Garment!"
"I, Liu Min, have lived for over five hundred years, and I've truly never met anyone as shameless as you! I'll say it again: I don't have the Blue-and-White Hairpin, and I will never hand over the Heavenly Silkworm Garment! Ask as many times as you like; the answer won't change!"
The veins at Huang Shan's temples throbbed with rage, but for a moment, he could not think of what to say.
His cultivation was lower than Liu Min's, and now she had also taken up the heretical path.
He had almost no hope of winning a head-on fight, yet he could not stomach simply giving up. More importantly, he had lost face as a master in front of his young disciple.
Thinking of his young disciple, he lowered his head and glanced at the girl, as pure as a little white rabbit, and felt his heart soften. But when he looked at his purple-robed Dao Companion again, all that remained in his heart was disgust.
With some reluctance, Huang Shan took a Magic Treasure from his Storage Bag and handed it to his young disciple. It was a bracelet-shaped superior-grade spirit artifact, a defensive Magic Treasure, but it fell far short of either the Blue-and-White Hairpin or the Heavenly Silkworm Garment.
At the sight of the bracelet held out before her, a hint of panic appeared on the young disciple's face. "Master, I