Qi Xuan's Divine Sense had already swept through here; they did indeed have a significant amount of gold and silver, which must have been looted. It also meant they had many lives on their hands.
"Do you want me to take action, or will you follow me to report yourselves?"
"Are you dreaming?" More than ten people surrounded Qi Xuan again.
Even with weapons, they were no match, let alone now. Quickly, he knocked them down.
"Seems like you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit." He found some ropes and tied the eleven together, leading them from the front.
If any of the eleven resisted, Qi Xuan would use a stick to beat them; it was only when descending the mountain that they stopped resisting. After all, those who didn't cooperate would get beaten.
Qi Xuan didn't initially intend to do much, but these few people were too wicked.
Leading them this way toward the city. He moved quickly, and if any of the eleven were slow, they got whipped.
