The young man and woman holding swords sneered, "This little guy in your hand was obviously just found! Since when did it become yours?"
The black-clad Daoist retorted coldly, "The magical herbs here are everywhere, why must you resort to robbery and plunder? What is found by a Daoist like me naturally belongs to me. Aren't you being too overbearing?"
The young man and woman laughed and said, "All magical treasures in the world belong to the strong. With your limited skills, aren't you afraid this treasure might burn your hand?"
"Enough with the nonsense. If you don't hand over the Ginseng Doll, we'll kill you right here!"
The little girl in the black-clad man's hand was tied tightly, her mouth sealed with a talisman, and she looked helplessly at the two sides vying for her with wide eyes.
Qin Feng was taken aback upon seeing the little girl. From the words of both parties, he had pretty much determined that this thing was indeed a Ginseng Doll.
