Liu Zhi didn’t pay any attention to Yun Fan. He looked down and glanced at the wounded Jiang Jiu, his eyes like ice reflecting a dark light, so cold that it sent a shiver through the soul. “My little nephew has always been stubborn and disobedient and he often gives me a headache, but in the end he is my nephew. I have no idea which fellow daoist he has provoked and what he has done to be punished with such a heavy hand.”

Gu Ling’er froze. Fear rose in her and she looked towards Qin Yu with worry.

Qin Yu faintly smiled. He patted her hand and stepped forwards. “Fellow daoist Liu thinks that I was too heavy handed? Well, the reality is that I have been in quite a good mood recently, so I have already shown mercy. Otherwise, the only thing you would see before you would be a corpse.”

Liu Zhi lightly said, “It seems that it was this fellow daoist who harmed him. I don’t know the reason why, but right now I don’t care. For taking a life, a debt must be paid. You injured my nephew, so now you must pay the price.”

Qin Yu’s lips curled up. “And what sort of payment do you want?”

“The hand of the person who injured him, or, something of equivalent value.”

“It looks like fellow daoist Liu has taken a liking to some treasure of mine. How about telling me what it is?”

Liu Zhi smiled. He could hear Qin Yu’s calm and careless tone, but he didn’t care about it. Since he came here today, he naturally had...