Late at night, Wang Qing returned from the market, carrying a cloth sack.
The main hall was brightly lit.
Zhao Yi sat at the head, Liu Yu sat below to the left, and Wang Qing stood in the middle and kicked the sack!
"Ah!"
A miserable scream rang out!
"What happened?"
"Second Senior Brother, this is the cultivator who sold me that Treasure Map back then!"
Zhao Yi's pupils contracted slightly at those words. "Really?"
Wang Qing nodded.
"Let him out!"
They tipped the man out of the sack, and a middle-aged cultivator with a battered, swollen face came tumbling and scrambling out!
"Senior Wang, spare me! Spare me! I truly don't know how I've offended you! I've never had any dealings with you, Senior Wang!"
As he spoke, he looked around by the lamplight. Wang Qing stood beside him, a burly man sat at the head, and a scholar sat on the left! No, wait, these were-
"This rogue cultivator, Xu Changwang, pays his respects to the three seniors of Linghua Island!" He knocked his forehead loudly against the floor three times in succession.
"Ha! He recognized us!"
Zhao Yi teased.
"Your name is Xu Changwang. Where are you from?"
"I'm from Qinghua Island."
"Where is Qinghua Island?"
"Just over a hundred li west of Bamboo Sea Island!"
"Do you have any clansmen left?"
"No. Qinghua Island has been occupied by others. I've been drifting from place to place all these years!"
"Mm. Many years ago, Wang Qing bought a Treasure Map from you. We followed its directions, and suffered heavy casualties! Tell me, what should we do about that?"
"I truly don't remember selling a Treasure Map to Senior Wang!"
"Kill him!"
Clang!
Wang Qing drew the longsword at his waist and raised it!
"Senior Zhao, spare my