"Zhao Zhenghao, do you dare to stop me?" Qian Heng said coldly.
A figure appeared, also an old man, with graying hair, looking as if he was close to death.
This person was the Silver Spirit Immortal of the Zhao Family, whose cultivation was about the same as Qian Heng's.
Zhao Zhenghao smiled slightly, "Not at all, not at all. This young man has helped my Zhao Family a great deal. Now, I have come specifically to invite him to our home. Brother Qian Heng, do you want to stop me from extending an invitation?"
He cleverly turned the tables.
Of course, Qian Heng didn't believe it. The Qian Family had people stationed near their home at all times, no movement could escape their notice.
Therefore, he knew well that Zhao Shanyun left angrily just now, with a clear palm print on his face.
Isn't this enough to break ties?
"Hmph, your Zhao Family is just coveting the Blood Shadow Heavenly Jade on this kid, so don't make it sound so grandiloquent." He exposed directly.
