The piercing wind still howled outside the Green Spirit Pharmacy, bringing with it a sense of terror. The thousands of cold, haughty Wind Guardians filled the city with a very somber and frigid aura.1

“The little thief is probably on his knees begging the patriarch for mercy right now!”7

“Hmph! Pleading for forgiveness might work if we lived in a world of peace.”1

“Considering he stole our holy relic, the patriarch will do as usual and skin him alive. Maybe turn him into a decorative lantern. The fat from his corpse can be the oil, and his soul can burn forever within it.”2

The Wind Guardians were all sneering grimly, especially the ones Xu Qing had clashed with before. All of them felt full of excitement and anticipation.4

“However arrogant the little thief was that day, that’s how miserable he’ll be today!”0

“He stole our holy relic and then evaded our pursuit. He’s got some skill, I’ll give him that. But it won’t do him any good right now. When faced with overwhelming power, he’s doomed to suffer.”2

“If the patriarch turns him into a lamp, I’ll definitely borrow that lamp and have lots of fun with it in my mansion grotto.”29

“And then there’s that detestable parrot and the evil spirit!”1

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