Looking at Leng Chengfeng's flushed face, Li Qiye put on an exaggerated expression and said, "No way. Didn't our Young Master Leng say he wasn't short on money? What are a mere ten Ancestor's Essence Jades to Young Master Leng? That's just a drop in the bucket! Since Young Master Leng isn't short on money, go ahead and buy it."
Li Qiye never showed his enemies any mercy. If someone tried to slap his face, he would stomp viciously on theirs in return, grinding it under his heel until the very end.
Leng Chengfeng trembled with anger, his expression hideous. He had already made a boast, and now he couldn't take back his words. His face crimson, Leng Chengfeng finally stared viciously at Li Qiye and snorted coldly, "You talk as if you can afford it. Hmph, ten Ancestor's Essence Jades… you couldn't produce that much even if you sold your entire Xiyan Ancient Sect!"
