It's Senior Brother Yue.
At least it looks like it.
Yue Peng stood on the river's surface, his small eye fixed on Xiao Zhao on the shore, while his big eye glanced at the treasure light soaring from the direction of Qingyang Palace nearby.
"Oh my, so many good treasures, it's really tempting to see. Aren't you going, Lord? You'll miss out if you're late."
Xiao Zhao didn't speak, raised his fists, took a bow-stance, opened his posture, and the smoke energy wrapped around him halted, moving against the wind, as a stream of hot energy rushed to his head, like a bonfire reaching the sky, turning him into a torch of Vigorous Qi!
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Yue Peng, arms crossed, shook his head,
"For just a few thousand coins, why are you entangled with me here? Snatch a magic treasure at random, and you won't worry about food and drink, right?
Even if you don't think of your own wife, think of the family of Qiantou, isn't that reasonable..."
"Shut up! Scum!! Gang Fist Thirty!!!"
"Boom!"
