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It was rumored that there were monsters in the mountain with boundless magic power. The male demon did evil, often killing people for their goods, while the female demon was alluring and beautiful, often bewitching the handsome man into a night of spring. However, this was an even more unbelievable legend than what happened in Fleeting Town.2

It had rained, and it was not small either. The rain covered the entire town, and rows upon rows of rooftops were covered in mist and rain. The peddlers on the streets had all disappeared, and only cultivators wearing bamboo hats and raincoats could be seen walking on the streets.

In a remote little yard in the town, a middle-aged man in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the rain curtain without saying a word.

His eyebrows were sharp as a knife, and the outline of his squared face was exceptionally sharp. This allowed him to show his might without getting angry.

In a moment, the courtyard door was pushed open. A cultivator quickly entered the yard and bowed in front of the middle-aged man, "Greetings, Elder!"

The middle-aged man was the Qin Clan Elder, Qin Zong Quan. He was also an honorary elder of the Thousand-Jue Sect. Facing the reverence of a cultivator, his finger did not even move as he faintly opened his mouth and spoke with the might of Ling Ran: "What did they say?"

The cultivator maintained a half-kneeling posture. Since Qin Zong Quan did not allow him to get up, he did not dare to get up. Since Qin Zong Quan did not allow him to come down to the roof, he could only stay in the courtyard in the rain.

He said respectfully: "They said that we will bear all the losses since they died in the Spirit Martial County and the goods were also thrown there. "They even said …"

The cultivator paused for a moment, then raised his head and saw that Qin Zong Quan was still expressionless, so he could only bite the bullet and said: "They also said that their people are dead. If we do not give them a reasonable explanation, they will stop the trade with us."

A reasonable explanation was naturally to compensate.

More than 20 in the Xumi Stage and there was also the Xumi Stage Fourth Stage Centurion. To compensate the lives of these people, it was definitely not a large sum of money. Moreover, this transaction had been destroyed by someone. The Qin family had also died because they were short on money.

Qin Zong Quan's face was expressionless, without a single trace of emotion. His voice was cold like a rock: "Do as they say."

"Yes." Although the cultivator agreed, his expression was one of slight hesitation. "If we have to pay such a high price, I'm afraid the Patriarch will be unhappy."

Qin Zong Quan's voice was still calm and indifferent, but it carried an unquestionable authority: "So what if he's unhappy?"

The cultivator no longer dared to speak.

In the Qin family, the one with the highest cultivation was not the current Patriarch, Qin Ming. Instead, it was the one who had no ranking in the Elders Guild but had the most power, Qin Zongguo, who was chasing after the Great Elder!

After the inauguration of the Patriarch, he had been living in seclusion all these years. Even the Patriarch rarely saw him, but Qin Zong Quan could see him whenever he wanted to.

Qin Zong Quan no longer spoke, the cultivators did not dare to stand in the way of the other party and quickly bid their farewells and took their leave.

At this time, a young man walked out of the room.

He looked to be in his twenties. Wearing a silk brocade robe with wide sleeves and an elegant demeanor, he looked even more handsome. When the girls saw him, they would all scream out in shock at his beauty.

The young gongzi came to Qin Zong Quan's side, but did not dare to stand shoulder to shoulder with him. Instead, he fell back half a step and asked in a low voice: "Father, our trade with the Uighurs has always been smooth sailing, why did something happen this time? Who was the one that was messing up our good fortune?"

Qin Zong Quan did not say a word, his face expressionless.

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