In that instant, Li Guanyi felt the atmosphere solidify around him. The people dressed in Western Region attire had their hands on the hilts of their swords, faces filled with vigilance, as Li Guanyi looked at the ancient artifact reduced to dust at his feet.
It needs compensation, how much money will it take...
Li Guanyi looked at the Western Region samurais holding their knives, a smile on his face. He steadied himself, holding Yao Guang with one hand while gripping the Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd with his right hand. This exaggeratedly heavy weapon glinted coldly in the moonlight, and Li Guanyi spoke:
"We are wandering merchants from the Central Plains, caught in a tornado. When the desert storm stopped, our goods were scattered, and the two of us were thrown here."
This was the Tuyuhun language of the Western Region, taught to Li Guanyi through intensive training due to his strong primordial spirit.
