Mortal's Suffering

Hu San frowned and hesitated to act, but seeing Liu Ye's unyielding gaze, he could only say coldly, "Behave yourselves, hand over everything you have, or you won't leave Chiling Wharf alive!"

"Xiang Yang, listen to him!" Jian Wushuang took a deep breath.

If it came to a fight, although he wasn't as strong as Hu San, his martial arts skills would make it easy to take him down.

But that would be too messy.

He could tell that Hu San wasn't a bad person. At most, he could give him some of his accessories.

After all, these things held no value to him now.

He handed them over without hesitation.

Casually, he took off the diamond-encrusted hat and bracelet from his wrist.

However, he kept the mustard seed.

In case his spiritual power returned, there were still things inside that he could use.