Yan Qiuyang solely focused on the Xuantian Sword, nothing else was within his scope of consideration: "Are you really willing to hand over the Xuantian Sword?"
Yan Qiuyang still couldn't believe it. The Xuantian Sword was the Han family's heirloom; how could they possibly give it up so easily.
Han Shi'an immediately had Han Baitong present the Xuantian Sword, gripping it in his hand: "Yan Qiuyang, take a good look, this is indeed the Xuantian Sword. I can give it to you, but how do we account for all the people who have died?"
Yan Qiuyang casually took out hundreds of taels of gold and threw them on the ground: "This money is enough to hire over a hundred powerful guards."
"Heh!" Han Shi'an gave a cold laugh: "The lives of these people may have a price, but the dignity of the Han family is priceless. You barged in here and killed so many; if word got out, how would our Han family stand on the Nine Heavens Continent?"
Thud!
