Three dark cloaked figures stood with their robes billowing in the wind, led by a youth with a sinister appearance, deep-set eyes, gaunt cheekbones, and sneering lips, "Miss Luo Yi, I don't want to battle the Refining God Pavilion now, but I am determined to get the treasure here."
Speaking, Wu Chong extended his ghastly white index finger, pointing at Lin Mo, "This person must also die, he will accompany my sixth junior brother in burial!"
"Wu Chong, we discovered this treasure first, why should we give it to you? If you leave now, I could pretend this never happened." Luo Yi furrowed her elegant brows, with her slightly pursed red lips showing a hint of pallor.
