"Too unappreciative? It sounds as if you're saying this is all my fault... Forget it. I don't want to waste any more breath on you. You just think I'm not worthy of this little bottle of Snow Spirit Liquid, that I'd be wasting a precious treasure, right? Fine. If that's the case, do you dare to make a bet with me?" Chen Fei's lips curved into a faint, cold smile as he spoke.
"Insolence! How dare you speak to Grandmaster Yuee like that?"
The scruffy, bearded shopkeeper who had been standing to the side could no longer contain himself. He bellowed angrily, stepping forward as a powerful spiritual light swirled around him, revealing that he was at the peak of the Qi Refining Seventh Layer! His eyes, filled with rage and cold intent, were locked on Chen Fei. "You ignorant fool, apologize to Grandmaster Yuee this instant! Who do you think you are to speak to him like that—"
WHOOSH!
Before he could finish his threat, a hand resembling a withered claw shot out and stopped him.
