"Please, Young Master Ye, save my master—he's about to be beaten to death," Li Zhan said in despair.
"An old swindler and a young swindler—today, no one will escape!"
The person who had just made a move was already striding toward Li Zhan, his expression cold and filled with a hint of murderous intent.
"Fellow Daoist, please wait," Zhou Youwei spoke softly.
The cultivator originally wanted Zhou Youwei to mind her own business, but upon seeing her beautiful appearance, he instantly stopped and tried to be more gentlemanly, cupping his hands together and saying, "Fairy, this man and his master have together cheated us out of our Spirit Stones. Do not be deceived by his appearance."
Zhou Youwei looked at Li Zhan.
Upon hearing this, Li Zhan, with eyes red, said, "He's lying. The Tianji Spiritual Liquid sold by my master was genuine. They replaced it with ordinary mountain spring water to cause us trouble, accusing us of selling fakes and demanding the return of the Spirit Stones."
