"Oh? Really?" Luo Yao looked at the elder, a slightly mocking smile involuntarily curling up at the corners of his mouth, "So in Qingshi City, one can rob so brazenly."
"Boy, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit," the elder said angrily to Luo Yao, "Today, you must hand over the Spirit Stones you carry."
"What if I refuse?" Luo Yao asked calmly.
"Then don't blame me for being impolite!" the elder said as he closed in on Luo Yao.
Seeing this, the surrounding crowd moved closer.
Since this youngster doesn't know better, just rob him directly!
The crowd sprang into action, surrounding Luo Yao in the middle.
Meanwhile, the elder had moved directly in front of Luo Yao.
"Boy, hand over the Spirit Stones," the elder demanded.
"I've told you already, I don't have any Spirit Stones," Luo Yao responded calmly.
"It seems you won't shed tears without seeing the coffin," the elder said as he delivered a slap towards Luo Yao.