One copy each?
Did he think an Immortal's calligraphy was as common as cabbages?
Even as the Sword Sect Master, he only had a few treasured pieces, which he cherished every day like collectible figurines, only daring to sneak a look when no one was around.
And this brat opened his mouth and demanded one copy each?
If he really had that many, wouldn't he have become an Immortal on the spot long ago?
But Ouyang wasn't about to listen to this old bastard's nonsense. He went straight up and started frisking him. How could the master of the Sword Sect, one of the Nine Great Sacred Lands, not have a private stash? Not even a ghost would believe that!
If Leng Qingsong hadn't said last night that this sheet of paper was very important to him, Ouyang wouldn't have gone to all this trouble to catch the old fellow.
Watching helplessly as Ouyang felt around his body and rummaged for things, Tai'a finally realized why Dongxu Zi had specifically reminded him to be a little more polite to this Qi Refining Stage brat before he came.
There was something strange about this brat. How did he dare! He actually dared to kidnap the master of the Sword Sect, one of the Nine Great Sacred Lands!
Wasn't he afraid of sparking a conflict between two great sacred lands?
"Are you looking to die, brat? Let me down before I lose my temper!" Tai'a shouted at Ouyang.
Ouyang searched for ages, but apart from fishing yesterday's picture book out of Tai'a's inner pocket, he found nothing.
The picture book had been brand-new when he tossed it out. After just one night, its pages had already been thumbed ragged.
The old fellow was pretty hard up, but he sure had a temper.