Getting past Zhang Xuanhe and the other four would be even harder!
If those five old fellows learned that he had tricked them into coming here to sell Demonic Artifacts, they would join forces and skin him alive.
Forget it.
Whatever happened, happened!
Lu Qingshan wiped the sweat from his forehead. Like a cracked pot smashed beyond repair, he gave up completely and resigned himself to his fate.
A moment later, Chun Xiaobai finished observing the Spirit Origin Sect's movements and rose from the grass.
"All right."
He waved a hand, and five brand-new sets of black regulation armor landed on the ground with a muffled thud.
"Hurry up and put them on."
"Put them on?" Zhang Xuanhe and the other four looked down at the neatly arranged armor, momentarily bewildered.
Bai Jin'er and her two companions, however, were already used to this.
Before the five could ask anything, each of the three took out a set of Imitation Emperor Pavilion Armor and slipped it on with practiced ease.
The moment the armor closed, the bearing of all three changed.
Just moments ago, they had been three juniors following behind Chun Xiaobai. In the blink of an eye, they straightened their backs, their expressions turned cold and stern, and an intimidating air that warned strangers away radiated from them.
At first glance, they really did look like three officials dispatched on assignment.
"Hiss..."
Zhang Xuanhe stared at their armor and scratched his head.
"Why does this look so familiar?"
He kept feeling that he had seen it somewhere, but when he tried to recall it, something seemed to be missing, and he simply couldn't make the connection.
"Hurry up!"
Seeing the five standing there in a daze, Chun Xiaobai couldn't help urging them:
"Don't waste time."
"Oh..."
Zhang Xuanhe answered,