Bab 282: A bunch of trash

As the sound of Qin Wentian’s voice faded, Bailu Tong’s laugh resounded out in the air. “Qin Wentian, a hot-blooded young man that doesn't fear death. This undoubtedly shows his steely character. This trait is naturally a good thing, but sometimes, there are better choices. Why choose death for the sake of useless pride? Since you are a guest of our White Deer Institute, I'm sure these esteemed Grandmasters wouldn't make things difficult for you if you hand over the ancient scroll into our possession. We could guard it for you.”

Bailu Tong’s countenance appeared full of concern, as though he was worried for Qin Wentian. However, the unspoken meaning of his words was naturally understood by all, causing the various fourth-ranked Grandmasters to silently curse that Bailu Tong was a wily old fox.

“Senior worries too much, Junior is still young, how could I wish to die?” Qin Wentian calmly replied. Guarding it for him? More like daylight robbery.