Thus, Li Zhirui flipped his hand to store away the Jade Box, thereby agreeing to Yang Yekang's request.
The other cultivator, upon seeing this, felt a foreboding sense of doom and quickly transformed into a streak of rainbow light, fleeing into the distance.
But such speed was still far too slow for Li Zhirui. He easily caught up, producing a vine whip in his hand and striking him violently to the ground.
"Cough, cough!"
The magical treasure on the cultivator's body spared him from severe injury, but his condition was still dire. He was sprawled weakly on the ground, coughing uncontrollably, blood speckling his lips.
"Senior, would you really risk offending a Nine White Mountain disciple over a single Hundred Fragrance Jade Lotus? Are you not afraid of their eventual retaliation?" the cultivator pleaded desperately, using his Sect's name as a threat in hopes of deterring Li Zhirui.
Unfortunately, Li Zhirui didn't care in the slightest.
