Duel, Dead

Still, Leonard didn't want to give up. This was just a purple necklace on the surface, however, for some reason, he felt like he would lose something very valuable in the future if he didn't keep it.

"Can you give me some face and give it back to me? She is the daughter of the Leader of the Iron Force sect," Leonard said confidently.

He had also seen the carriage and knew that their background was not simple; however, still, the daughter of the Leader was still a face that they couldn't ignore.

However, contrary to his expectation, the purple-haired girl didn't speak. Instead, the burly youth with long white hair spoke again haughtily.

"What do you count on to be able to speak with our young miss? You are not even worth her shoes. Even if she is the only daughter of the leader of the Iron Fist sect, she still doesn't amount to that much," Aur said with disdain in his eyes, as if looking at some beggars, not human.