The alchemist looked at Bai Rouyun as if he wished to rip her apart with his eyes. He was well aware that the Shitian Tower would never step in if he just got robbed.
If he got killed, they might try to avenge him for the sake of their own reputation, but being robbed really made no difference. It was clear that Bai Rouyun was aware of where to draw the line; however, to the alchemist, being robbed was the second most painful experience he could go through.
He was a man who loved wealth, he had also collected many treasured herbs throughout his life, and everything he owned was within that qiankun bag, including his wealth, which he had gathered over his whole career.
Although he was not a cultivator, he was an illustrious alchemist, and people would respect him anywhere he went. He had never expected that the day would arrive when a young cloak-wearing woman would rob him, and even feel so righteous about it!