Feng Yun was at a loss, unable to grasp the situation.
The arrival of Sun Wutian was something he had known for a long time.
But he never expected that this ancestor would come here with words full of sarcasm; he took the art of being cryptic to the extreme.
Moreover, every word was laced with deep malice.
Even with all his wisdom, Feng Yun couldn't figure out what went wrong.
"Mr. Sun, this is...?"
"You don't have to worry about me."
Sun Wutian said: "Go, prepare some things for me."
"What things?"
"High-level Elder, Saint-level cultivation resources and elixirs, all must be top-tier ones, from Dan Yun, every type, bring a large batch!"
Sun Wutian continued: "For cultivation, healing, divine soul, physical body, spiritual energy, supportive... bring some, the more the merrier!"
"..."
