If this wasn’t Ghost City, he’d have killed this arrogant young punk a million times!
Bai Yun Xian bit her lower lips she stared viciously at Jun Wu Xie.
Feeling satisfied from watching Mo Xuan Fei’s expression, Jun Wu Xie turned around and handed the box containing the nine Eastern Pearls over to an unkempt youth behind.
“My book.” She demanded.
The youth froze for a moment as he absentmindedly handed over the few dilapidated books to her.