"Playing along..."
Young Master Hao sneered, suddenly recalling something, furrowed his brows and said, "That's not right. Aren't all the images in my hands? How did you get a copy?"
Qin Feiyang smiled, "When I accompanied Pei Yi to the nine regions to retrieve Pei Changfeng's corpse, I acquired a copy from a certain tribe."
"Wasn't that before we went to Qinghai?"
Young Master Hao exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes."
Qin Feiyang nodded.
Young Master Hao said, "So you already knew about the chief of the God Python Tribe's scheme?"
"Indeed!"
Qin Feiyang chuckled.
Young Master Hao cursed in frustration, "Damn, you're really cunning and deceitful, even keeping it from us!"
"Gotta keep something up the sleeve!"
Qin Feiyang smiled lightly.
"That's true."
"Like this time, after Fu An-shan, you also destroyed the images. The chief of the God Python Tribe must be feeling at ease now, but little does he know, I still have a copy."
Young Master Hao laughed.
