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This statement clearly shattered Qian Xinya's plan to reap the benefits, leaving her feeling extremely unlucky.

Especially after Old Fisherman Yu's gaze swept in this direction.

Those dark blue eyes, seen from across the mountain gully dozens of meters away, fell upon the cliff face where the group was hiding. Though they said nothing, the meaning in their eyes was clear.

Once he's staring at me like that, it's impossible to hide anymore.

Wenbo took a deep breath, turned to look at Qian Xinya, and then glanced at Chu Nan.

There was no hesitation in his eyes. From the moment he decided to cooperate with Chu Nan, he knew that he would have to face this old sorcerer again sooner or later.

Wen Bo bowed to Chu Nan, his posture solemn, and said, "Mr. Chu, I'm afraid we'll have to trouble you to take action next."

Before Chu Nan could speak, Xu Yi sneered, "Sorry, your young lady just made it very clear—the deal is canceled."

"You should handle this yourself. We two country bumpkins from Beihai won't get involved."

Wenbo's face turned pale and then red, and he stood there with his hands clasped in front of him, still awkwardly standing there like a frozen stone statue.

Xu Yi's words left him in a predicament, unable to go up or down.

Qian Xinya's face also turned ugly. She glared at Xu Yi fiercely, her chin still held high. "What are you so smug about? Even without you, Wenbo and that sorcerer from Yuchan Temple can still deal with that old man. You're still a long way from making a fool of yourself."

Xu Yi laughed even harder, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm: "Miss Qian, you saw it clearly yourself from behind the stone wall. Those two sorcerers from the Jade Toad Temple, one fat and one thin, both at the True Person Realm, teamed up to fight one person, and what was the result?"

"The fat guy is lying on the ground, not moving at all. The skinny one is panting like a bellows. Wenbo's injuries haven't fully healed yet. What kind of trouble do you think he can cause if he joins in now?"

"You lost even in a two-on-one situation, do you expect an injured player to turn the tide?"

Qian Xinya was speechless after hearing his words. Her lips moved for a long time, but she couldn't find a single word to refute him.

Every word Xu Yi said was true. The fat warlock's shield had just been shattered by the old fisherman's water tornado right under her nose, and his body was still lying in the pile of rubble by the pool.

She had witnessed Wenbo's injuries firsthand; the wounds left by the erosion of the dark water would not be able to be fully healed in just three to five days, even for a grandmaster.

She knew in her heart that even with Wenbo and that skinny sorcerer, they were still no match for the old fisherman.

But she just couldn't swallow this insult. As the eldest daughter of the prestigious Qian family in Kyoto, she had never been humiliated like this before.

What's more, the person who was putting her down was Xu Yi, a Beihai businessman whom she considered nothing more than a local nouveau riche.

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, Wenbo quickly spoke up before Qian Xinya could say anything more: "Mr. Xu, Miss has been pampered by her elders in the family since she was a child, and her words may indeed be inappropriate, but I will never go back on my previous agreement."

"I will present the dragon whisker root with both hands after the matter is settled, and I will never go back on my word."

Xu Yi snorted coldly and turned his head away disdainfully. He didn't believe a word Wen Bo said.

Last night in the hotel room, Wenbo patted his chest and guaranteed that he could take responsibility, but today in the teahouse, Qian Xinya dismissed them with just one sentence.

How can an old servant who can't even persuade his own young mistress guarantee that the agreement will stand?

Chu Nan didn't respond to that question, his gaze sweeping over the guides huddled behind the mountain wall.

Old Liu and two local villagers were squatting on the ground, their legs trembling like leaves, and their faces were completely bloodless.

They witnessed firsthand the scene where the fat warlock was blasted to death by the water tornado.

The sorcerer in the white robe was lifted into the air and then crashed down, his chest caved in and blood flowing from his seven orifices—a truly gruesome sight.

They're just here to guide us, not to die.

"The situation is about to become very dangerous."

Chu Nan said to them, "You guys go first."

When Lao Liu and the others heard this, their eyes lit up instantly.

They had wanted to run away for a long time, ever since they saw the old fisherman and the two white-robed sorcerers fighting so fiercely that the rocks were crumbling.

But these important figures stood motionless behind the mountain wall; how could they dare to speak first?

Old Liu swallowed hard several times, his Adam's apple bobbing for a long time before he stammered, "Then...then shall we go now?"

Chu Nan nodded.

Old Liu felt like he had been granted a pardon and grabbed the sleeves of his two companions, trying to run out of the ravine.

"stop."

Qian Xinya suddenly spoke, her voice still icy, "You haven't even brought me to my destination yet, and you want to leave now? Who's going to lead the way?"

Old Liu was so startled by her shout that he froze. When he turned around, his face was contorted in a grimace, his expression even more unsightly than when he was crying.

"Miss Qian, this is Black Dragon Pool. You could walk here with your eyes closed, so you really don't need me to guide you!"

Just as Qian Xinya was about to say something more, Chu Nan suddenly turned his head.

He hadn't really paid much attention to this young lady before, but when his gaze fell on Qian Xinya, she suddenly felt something stuck in her throat.

That gaze held no anger, no threat, it was like a sharpened knife.

It doesn't need to cut into anything; you can tell what it can cut just by looking at the cold light on the blade.

Chu Nan's voice wasn't loud, but every word was as clear as an icicle hitting a stone slab: "Miss Qian, you saw it yourself just now. Those guides are just ordinary people. Letting them stay will only send them to their deaths."

Qian Xinya felt uncomfortable under his gaze and subconsciously wanted to retort, but after moving her lips for a long time, those arrogant words seemed to be blocked in her throat by something.

She didn't have a change of heart; she just suddenly realized that the person in front of her really could turn on her.

He is not Wenbo, not Xu Yi, not one of those people who can be suppressed with status and money.

Most importantly, Chu Nan's words were not a consultation with her.

The chill seeped through her skin and into her bones, causing her to involuntarily swallow back the words, "Why should I listen to you?" that were already on the tip of her tongue.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled a wad of banknotes from her wallet and threw them on the ground without even looking at them.

The banknotes were scattered among the pebbles, with a few blown by the mountain wind and rolling to the ground.

"Take the money and get out!"

Old Liu no longer cared about the humiliation of having his money thrown on the ground. He bent down and picked up the bills one by one, repeatedly saying, "Thank you, Miss Qian, thank you, Miss Qian," before turning and running away.

Two local villagers followed behind him, and the three of them stumbled and ran out of the ravine, their footsteps quickly carried away by the passing wind...