The purple-robed person endured the pain and climbed up from the ground, his eyes filled with vicious fury as he stared at the person in front of him.
"How much money has Xiang Qiyan paid you? I will pay you three times as much, as long as you kill Xiang Qiyan!" he decided to tempt them with wealth, not believing there was anyone who didn't like money.
But...
He was disappointed, for they did not reply even a single word to him, only stared at him with a cold gaze that seemed to warn him he'd be kicked out if he came any closer.
"If you refuse the wine of respect, you shall drink the wine of penalty; if you do not wish to live, then I shall not be polite."
As he spoke, he took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, opened the lid, and with a flick of his fingers, the medicinal powder inside scattered and flew towards the Paper Person.
Unable to kill Xiang Qiyan from close range, he decided to use poison.