He certainly wasn't being kind.
He wanted to introduce Ye Qingfeng to some friends from the Ancient Martial World.
But actually, he intended to extract the elixirs from Ye Qingfeng.
Whether by trading for money or martial arts techniques, it didn't matter.
Elixirs held the greatest value for martial artists.
These elixirs that could enhance martial arts.
Leaving them in the hands of an ordinary person like Ye Qingfeng was simply a waste of talent.
Too much of a waste.
This was Lei Zhenzi's thinking.
Inside the manor's grand hall.
A noisy crowd of martial artists hailing from all corners had gathered; some were dressed in casual attires like ordinary people, while others wore martial artist clothes.
Laughing and cursing, fierce and kind-hearted.
All manner of expressions were present.
However, Ye Qingfeng understood even more clearly in his heart.
The world of martial artists was even more about the survival of the fittest.
