The ink-robed man had dark brown eyes and long, light-green hair, and a tall and strongly built physique. Just by sitting there casually, he emanated a hegemonic might that could swallow the world.0

Wu Fatian!0

He was one of the Black Tortoise Lineage’s young masters. Having reached the peak of the Supreme Quasi-Emperor Stage, he was regarded as the clan’s top genius in the current generation.1

Looking at Luo Jia standing at the center of the hall, Wu Fatian’s eyes didn’t hide his burning lust as he boldly scanned her beautiful frame up and down.0

Only when anger surfaced on her expression did he smile and say, “Relax, Young Miss, your brother is safe and sound, not missing even a strand of hair on his head. The problem here is that…how are you planning to compensate me?”0

“From what I’ve gathered, the treasure my brother unintentionally broke is just a pendant made from a piece of Cicada Wing Crystal Jade. As expensive as this material is, it was only worth thirty thousand Celestial Phoenix Stones at most,” Luo Jia said, taking out a storage bag. “In this is...0