Who Was It?

"Gu Liubai, you don't need to ask me who that great figure is. Just think about it—who are the people even your ancestor cannot afford to offend?"

The Misty City Lord said no more.

Gu Liubai's mind churned endlessly. There were only a handful of people whom even their ancestor could not afford to offend, and every one of them was a reclusive expert of the Xuanhuang Continent.

With one move, they could slaughter an entire region. Even the Nine Emperors would find it hard to contend against them.

The more Gu Liubai thought about it, the more his scalp prickled.

He simply could not afford to offend such a great figure.

Just who could have invited such a great figure to act?

"Consider yourselves lucky. We're leaving!"

Gu Liubai shot Lu Ren, Wu Qingfeng, and the others a venomous glare, then had his men carry away the corpses one by one.

"Hold it!"

Lu Ren suddenly spoke.

"Brat, what else do you want?"

Gu Liubai's gaze turned cold, a trace of viciousness surfacing on his face.

"You caused trouble at Nine Heavens Pavilion, smashed up all the surrounding pavilions, and even killed one person from Nine Heavens Pavilion. You think you can just leave? You must compensate us!"

Lu Ren said coldly.

"Brat, don't push people too far!"

Gu Liubai roared furiously.

"Pay him."

The Misty City Lord said.

Thinking of that great figure, Gu Liubai could only swallow his broken teeth with blood.

"What compensation do you want?"

Gu Liubai asked.

"You damaged so many pavilion buildings. You should pay at least ten million High-grade Spirit Stones. And since you killed someone, another ten million High-grade Spirit Stones for the funeral arrangements!"

Lu Ren said blandly.

"Twenty million High-grade Spirit Stones? Why don't you just go rob someone?"