"What?" The old man looked ashen, trembling all over.
"Is this guy so formidable? Someone even the Nangong Hall Master wouldn't dare provoke? What level must he be?"
"No matter what, if we can avoid provoking him, then we must. We simply can't afford it."
"Remember him, and never provoke him in the future, understand?"
Seeing Ye Feng more impressive than the Nangong Hall Master, everyone was shocked and warned the younger generation: absolutely do not provoke Ye Feng.
But they were overthinking it—Ye Feng was about to leave, and even if they wanted to provoke him, they wouldn't have the chance.
Just when the old man was looking ashen and didn't know what to do, Ye Feng spoke: "To spare him is possible; it depends on whether you can offer a price satisfactory to me."
Ye Feng did all this only for the Spirit Stones. Otherwise, he would have long begun a killing spree.
"What?" Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, the old man, who thought all hope was lost, showed a look of delight.
