The old man slowly opened his eyes. His cloudy gaze swept over Chu Fan, filled with a condescending indifference as he said faintly, "Girl, stop fooling around..."
"A worthless life that crawled out of some godforsaken corner of the mountains isn't worth wasting another Wind-Thunder Pearl on."
"The Artifact Refining Sect sent us plenty of Wind-Thunder Pearls, but that doesn't mean we can squander them like this."
His words treated Chu Fan's life as worthless, as if it could be snuffed out as casually as crushing an ant.
Chu Fan said no more.
'It's pointless to talk to people like this, who see human life as worthless and are arrogant to the core.'
Expressionless, he walked toward the two of them.
His pace wasn't fast, but it was exceptionally steady. Each step seemed to land with a certain rhythm, exuding an invisible pressure.
"Hm?"
