"A master-binding Magic Artifact?"
Given Lai Zhuge's status in the Feng Shui Inspection World, how could he not know of such things? When he saw the two Zen Sticks fly into the Martial Monks' grasp, his expression changed dramatically as he exclaimed in shock.
"Calm down, Old Lai. Which one caught your eye?" Qin Fan teased with a light chuckle.
"Master Qin… what do you mean by that?" Lai Zhuge's heart suddenly pounded.
"Nothing much. I asked you to accompany me to collect a debt, but I can't let you waste your time and effort for nothing. Today, I'll give you a master-binding Magic Artifact as your reward."
The moment his brazen words fell, the faces of the two Martial Monks twisted with rage, their eyes bulging ferociously. Looking at Qin Fan, they roared in Thai, "Prepare to die!"
Qin Fan, who didn't understand a word of the language, merely smiled. He flicked the Hemp Vine Whip in his hand, its movement unhindered by the relentless downpour.
