"You know what's good for you."
With a flick of his sleeve, Qi Yun summoned a gust of wind that swept the Golden Light Sword Talismans into his hand. He looked down coldly at Pang Xiao.
"Get lost."
"Thank you, Brother." Breathing a sigh of relief, Pang Xiao straightened up, a wide smile on his face.
"If you ever need me for anything in the future, Brother, just say the word. I'll do everything in my power to help."
'If I can get on his good side, it's like indirectly knowing a Foundation Establishment Master.'
'These few Golden Light Sword Talismans were well worth the price.'
As he fantasized about how he would build a good relationship with Qi Yun, Pang Xiao turned to leave.
But before he could take a step, two cyan-white streams of Sword Qi, powerful enough to pierce gold and shatter stone, shot brazenly toward the back of his head.
Just as he had wanted to smash Qi Yun's head with a single punch earlier.
This time, Qi Yun was going to run him through the skull.
