"You're the famous 'Rancher'? The arrogant merchant who allowed his golem to shatter Luo Qing's core, and then casually claimed to be able to synthesize a cure?"
General Ouyang asked, his arms crossed and a fake, terrifying smile plastered on his weathered face.
There was a dense trace of freezing coldness in his deep voice.
He really wanted to see what kind of miracles the owner of such a tiny, shady shack could conjure to back up his massive ego.
With Luo Qing's critical injuries, even the Royal Alchemists and the Luo Clan Elders combined could only barely keep her frozen core from completely detonating.
How could the direct perpetrator of the injury dare to conceitedly claim that he could synthesize a cure in just three days?
Ren had just placed the glowing plate of Void-Spiced Ribs on the counter.
When he heard the massive General's interrogating question, he immediately went into a lazy daze, scratching his cheek.
