Shui Yongquan hovered in midair, still in the appearance of a middle-aged man, looking down at Qiu Luoye.
Qiu Luoye looked up at Shui Yongquan and shouted angrily, "If you have the guts, come down here and fight me!"
Shui Yongquan sneered, "You've already lost. What's there to fight?"
"I haven't lost! I'm still standing here!"
"What's the use of you being here? I've taken over your stronghold. My people are sitting in your house, and if they dig up your Contract Book from underneath it, you'll become nothing but a lonely ghost."
Ma Wu fed Li Banfeng some healing medicine while listening to the negotiations between the two Local Deities.
Li Banfeng was still alive, his hand fumbling in his pocket; it was unclear what he was searching for.
In his hand, he held a flower with deep purple petals and golden pistils, the petals continually revolving around the pistil.
