Qin Yi's eyes revealed a murderous intent. Appearing on the rooftop late at night, it was hard to believe Qing Jian was a good person.
"Qin Yi, I come here with no ill intent, only under my master's orders to deliver this to you."
As Qing Jian spoke, he took out a token-like object from his chest and tossed it over.
With a swing of his Big Halberd, Qin Yi picked the object up on the halberd.
It was indeed a token, palm-sized, black, with two dragons coiled on it, and a "令" character in the center.
"What is this?"
Qing Jian replied, "You'll find it useful; this can prevent the Diao Family from troubling you."
"Qin Yi, someone's coming, goodbye!"
As the words fell, Qing Jian's figure flickered and soon vanished into the darkness.
Qin Yi confirmed the token wasn't dangerous before taking it in his hand and putting away the Flood Dragon Spear.
Duan Xinyuan and others rushed over, stunned at the destroyed trees.
The commotion just now was too loud, alarming everyone.
