"It would have been so much better to cooperate earlier; why make me go through this unnecessary trouble?"
Shen Qin's previously amiable expression had now turned cold and indifferent. He looked down at Yang Junmo, who had lost consciousness on the ground, his God's Soul bound, and sneered.
The ladies of the Xianya Xu, standing beside him, also revealed their true forms one after another—they were precisely the Mountain Spirits and Wild Monsters Shen Qin mentioned earlier.
One of the Flower Demons glanced at Yang Junmo on the ground and voiced her concern: "Young Master, after all, Yang Junmo is from the Yang Family. Will us taking action against him land us in any trouble?"
"Are you scared?"
The Flower Demon fell silent, wishing she could say she wasn't afraid, but that required someone to actually believe her.
