"The people at the Underground Trading Ground aren't fools. Do you really think they'll let you leave and come back to cause trouble once you're ready? You're so naive!" Mo Jiuli said with a faint smile.
"That's right, if you can't prove this elixir is fake today, then nobody leaves!" Wenyan, the middle-aged man at the Underground Trading Ground, snapped back coldly, glaring at the others.
As the middle-aged man's words fell, the Divine Sense locking on to the people in black clothes became even more pronounced. It was clear that if the opposing party left, they would be wiped out...
The man in black clothes glared at Mo Jiuli with a look that, if it could kill, would have ended Mo Jiuli a hundred thousand times over!
However, to Mo Jiuli, his glare was completely harmless; she didn't care for his murderous look...
"We are members of the Han Clan!" The man in black clothes looked angrily at the Blue clothes middle-aged man at the Underground Trading Ground's booth and said.
