As the hurried and panicked voices of warning rang out nearby, a white figure dashed over and suddenly tackled Zhang San to the ground.
And that golden Qi Luck also entered the body of Hu Xingxiang, who had just rushed over, mistakenly believing that Zhang San was going to be harmed.
Seeing this, the little boy's brow furrowed slightly, then he smiled and said, "I've already given you one-tenth of Great Sui's Qi Luck. Whether you caught it or not, that's your own business. Our deal is finished."
After speaking, the little boy didn't hurry to leave; instead, he stood silently, watching Hu Xingxiang being helped up by Zhang San.
At this moment, Hu Xingxiang was sweating profusely, her expression showing signs of weakness.
"Xingxiang, are you alright?"
"San Lang, I'm fine. I just feel a bit..."
Before Hu Xingxiang could finish her sentence, a nosebleed had already begun to flow.