The object in his hand felt icy cold, like a piece of ice, hidden within his palm.
A golden glow emitted from it, appearing just like a piece of gold.
However, Ye Qiu knew that this was not gold at all; it was a part of a weapon, judging by its sharpness, resembling the tip of a sword, a short fragment.
Is this what these people are after?
Ye Qiu's gaze lingered on the golden object for a moment before he shifted his eyes forward upon hearing the other party's words.
"Hand over what you have." A reprimanding voice came through.
Ye Qiu furrowed his brows slightly.
"What are you looking at, kid? I advise you to be sensible. This is something the Saint Heir has specifically asked for. If you hand it over, you might get a reward. If you don't, and you insist on learning from this native old fool, you'll be making an enemy of the Saint Heir." The young man who spoke had a sharp-featured, monkey-like face and was quite unattractive, but his mouth was eloquent.
