At these words, Shen Zhui's heart sank.
This was a demand for proof!
Rising too quickly in Fang Liang's identity, the Qingyang sect had transformed from a dying clan to reemerging from despair. Despite various rational explanations, it was bound to raise suspicions.
"Changsun my brother, are you really giving me this glory?" Shen Zhui pretended to be pleasantly surprised.
"Of course." Changsun Qiu laughed. "Since I've bothered Sect Master Fang, consider it an apology."
"No money required?"
"No money required."
"Well then, I must thank Brother Changsun. In that case, please hand these people over to me." Shen Zhui smiled.
"Ah, Sect Master Fang." Changsun Qiu grabbed Shen Zhui's wrist, stopping him from reaching out for Sun Baihai's soul. At the same time, a strange life-force quickly scanned Shen Zhui's body.
Shen Zhui gave a cold snort, letting the other party scan him, until the force aimed to detect the soul in his brain and then batted them away.