Qiyue didn't dare to look, turned her face away, and silently put away her talismans and other items.

Feeling the intense gazes from behind her, she felt like she was being pricked by needles and had a fishbone stuck in her throat, and she pursed her lips.

[Second Senior Brother is so stingy! It's just a talisman, I'll just stick it back on for you...]

Song Yanzhuo froze, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Is he stingy? Is he stingy?

Xie Ji'an: My second junior brother is really pitiful.

Le Luoxi felt a jolt in her heart. Luckily, she wasn't the first one to come back.

Zhuo Ziyu and the other three: Although we don't know what happened, our second senior brother is really pitiful.

As if she really wanted to appease Song Yanzhuo, Qiyue took out a talisman and walked up to Song Yanzhuo: "Second Senior Brother, here's a talisman for you to stick on me, so you won't be angry anymore."

Her pitiful little appearance startled Song Yanzhuo. No, was Junior Sister serious?

Looking at the talisman, Song Yanzhuo was in a dilemma. If he accepted it, he would be letting down his junior sister's trust; if he didn't accept it, he would be letting himself down.

For a moment, he was caught in a dilemma: whether to answer or not.

Just as he was thinking, his other hand took the talisman first. He glanced at it and saw Xie Ji'an, who had a "keep away" look on his face, talking to his junior sister with great concern.

"Why would your second senior brother be angry? Your second senior brother is a Nascent Soul cultivator, my dear."

As he spoke, Xie Ji'an naturally put the talisman into his pocket.

He asked in a serious tone, "By the way, junior sister, what kind of talisman is this?"

"Haha, Fu." Qiyue answered very seriously.

Xie Ji'an's eyes lit up, and he gave a thumbs up: "As your name suggests, Junior Sister, you're really amazing."

Finally, he turned around and, as he walked away, instructed the others, "By the way, I have something to attend to. Are you all sure you can escort Junior Sister back with me?"

"???" The six people didn't understand what else Xie Ji'an wanted, but they still hummed in response.

Xie Ji'an certainly had something to do; his business was to take revenge on Xia Wuxin at Hengyang Sect.

Who told that old guy to still have the mind to spend money on a bounty for his junior sister's head when he's in that state? That old guy isn't safe; he probably deserves a beating!

Poor Xia Wuxin's back door hadn't even healed yet when he was afflicted with another "haha" talisman, and his twisted laughter echoed throughout Hengyang Sect all night.

Upon arrival, when the exit of the Tiannan Secret Realm opened the next day, everyone saw Xia Wuxin, who was wrapped up tightly and sitting in a sedan chair.

I stayed in Bengbu in July.

[That old man Deng is quite the show-off. At his age, why is he riding in a sedan chair? What a pretentious show-off!]

Xie Ji'an frowned: Exactly! Why are you riding in a sedan chair? If you ride in a sedan chair, who will see my performance last night?

Le Luoxi and the others suddenly realized: So this is called showing off? They didn't understand what it meant, but they found it very annoying.

Inside the sedan chair, Xia Wuxin racked his brains, finally turning his hostile gaze toward the other four sects.

Such things never happened in previous competitions, and the results always showed Hengyang Sect leading. But this year, Hengyang Sect suffered such a crushing defeat. It must be because of these shameless old guys!

Since they've gone so far as to shamelessly attack Hengyang Sect, don't blame them for turning ruthless!

The other four sects sensed the source of the killing intent: Xia Wuxin, that old bastard, can't even handle losing once, he's really disgracing the five sects!