The three cultivators from the Ancient Sword Sect continued:
"Liu Yu, it's not that we refuse to give you face. If you insist on reneging, then we can only settle this before the Skysea Alliance's Enforcement Hall and let the elders judge who is right."
"Besides, your match is at a critical juncture. Why not obediently hand the item over and spare yourself any delay? What do you say?"
At the same time.
One of the Ancient Sword Sect cultivators had already secretly sent out a Message Talisman, presumably notifying someone within the sect.
Qin Ming's brows drew together slightly at the sight, but he did not hurriedly leave. Instead, he stopped to watch.
Liu Yu, standing ahead, had also fallen into a dilemma.
Seeing this, the delicate wife at his side blamed herself deeply. With tears streaming down her face like pear blossoms in rain, she apologized, "Husband, it was all my fault. When I sold the books, I failed to notice that there was something important inside."
Liu Yu comforted her as well. "It's fine."
This matter had, in truth, begun with him. After several consecutive days of high-pressure matches, even though Liu Yu was formidable, he could not endure such intense depletion forever.
Thus, he had wanted to visit the Treasure Pavilion on the island and purchase a bottle of high-grade restorative spiritual medicine—Returning Yang True Water. Unfortunately, buying such a miraculous pill and precious medicine was undoubtedly an enormous expense for a Golden Core Cultivator of rogue cultivator origins like Liu Yu.
Although Supreme Yang Reverend valued and promoted him greatly, he still had to struggle and fight for everything himself, striving for opportunities.
Faced with such a huge sum, he could only find a way to raise it himself, selling off some of his accumulated