"You desire the treasure left by the founder of our sect to wreak havoc upon the world?
Demon, let me tell you, don't even think about it!
Even if I die, I will not tell you where it is!"
The Bearded Old Man's face was full of grief and indignation as he shouted loudly.
"Little Jianwen, why must you do this?"
A disheveled figure sighed, "You can't use the treasure anyway, why insist on guarding it?"
"Though I am unable to wield the treasure, I absolutely cannot allow it to fall into your hands, Demon, and harm the innocent.
Otherwise, how could I face our ancestors with any dignity when I go below!"
The Bearded Old Man remained uncompromising.
"What if everyone in the Qingyun Sword Pavilion were to die and the lineage was broken, would you then have the dignity to face those worthless ancestors?"
Seeing the Bearded Old Man so stubborn, the disheveled figure finally lost patience.
With a swift move, he grabbed a young disciple standing next to him.
