"Sir, it's not that I refuse to give you the treasures. Our Qingzhu Sect is just a small sect. We have several magical treasures, but not many. If we give you half, we might find it even harder to survive. So..." Lu Qingzhu tried to make her tone sound as tactful as possible to avoid provoking this mysterious man.
"Oh? So you're saying you won't give them?" Yun Hao raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
"I'm afraid I can't give them to you!" Lu Qingzhu naturally noticed Yun Hao's expression change, and though she hesitated slightly, she still decisively refused.
If the sect's treasures were divided and given to Yun Hao, the fighting strength of the Qingzhu Sect would plummet, and in this survival-of-the-fittest Kunlun Sacred Land, they would surely be devoured.
Rather than face certain doom, it was better to firmly refuse Yun Hao's demand; perhaps that would leave a sliver of hope for survival.
