"Giving a gift? What kind of gift?"
Zhao Xuan's words left the Lord of Tianshu Peak utterly bewildered. No matter how he looked at it, this group of aristocratic youths was here to pick a fight. Where was there even a hint of gift-giving?
Zhao Xuan smiled without explaining. He stepped into midair and looked down at the six figures in the lead, a faint golden light flickering in his pupils. Among the clouds of fortune surrounding the six, Xie Lingyun and Lu Boyan had the best, almost pure purple with just a hint of green. Even the worst, Gu Yuantan, had a purple hue exceeding eighty percent. Without exception, however, an outer layer of calamity- qi—dark as ink—had somehow materialized around them all.
Chapter 140