Upon hearing Li Hao's words, the middle-aged True Immortal's expression slightly changed, and the cold and enchanting woman in the colorful dress also frowned, feeling angry. However, the reaction of the attendant beside her made her realize that something was amiss, so she endured and restrained herself.
"A small misunderstanding, your friend wasn't harmed, consider these one hundred Immortal Stones as our apology."
The middle-aged True Immortal took out a small cloth bag from his chest and tossed it to Li Hao.
Li Hao, however, did not move, not even attempting to catch it, letting the small cloth bag fall in an arc to the ground.
The middle-aged True Immortal's eyes turned cold as he said in a deep voice, "We are from the Xuanzhan Sect; I am Zuo Chunqiu, a steward of the Xuanzhan Sect."
Revealing his identity was also the last concession he would make.
