Chu Jing smiled faintly and said, enunciating each word, "I want all the treasures. Don't bother trying to pull any tricks on me, like saying you 'didn't bring them.' You people always keep your prized possessions on you."
"Hand them all over now," she said coldly, her tone devoid of any warmth. "Then you can get lost."
But Nan Yang remained hesitant, making no move.
Du Nan let out another painful groan.
The agonized sound seemed to pierce straight into Nan Yang's heart.
His fists clenched involuntarily, pain and despair flashing in his eyes.
He let out a helpless sigh.
He slowly extended his hands, tremblingly offering up the treasures he had carried.
But after taking the glittering, translucent treasures, Chu Jing showed no signs of satisfaction.
Instead, she turned her gaze to the white-haired old man who had long been silent.
"You old thing. Now it's your turn."
The old chieftain was so stunned he didn't immediately realize what she was referring to.
