Ghost Garb's gaze was cold.
Qin Yi said indifferently, "Don't look at me like that. I don't talk with small fries. Take me to see your Blood Killing Tower Master."
Ghost Garb sneered, "Who do you think you are? Do you think you can just see our Tower Master whenever you want?"
Qin Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, suddenly he flicked his wrist, and the wine in the glass instantly turned into a water arrow shooting out.
Ghost Garb's face changed slightly, his aura surged, and he raised his hand as a gust of palm wind swooped out.
"Boom!"
Unexpectedly, Ghost Garb's palm wind was directly pierced by the water arrow.
"Puff!"
Blood splattered, and Ghost Garb was sent flying back.
The shopkeeper almost wet himself from fear. He thought Ghost Garb would save him, but he didn't expect Qin Yi to injure him with just half a glass of wine.
Ghost Garb got up from the ground, pressing his left hand on his right shoulder, blood seeping through his fingers.
