Seeing Fang Cheng's reaction, the smile on Yang Zhe's face turned cold. His gentle and refined demeanor vanished in an instant, replaced by a domineering arrogance.
"How can someone who defeated a Divine Statue alone be a nobody?"
His body flickered, transforming into a blazing light. He shot forward with a roar, instantly appearing thirty feet in front of Fang Cheng.
An incredibly hot, searing sensation pressed down on him. Fang Cheng's Cultivation Technique activated instinctively, and a deep, icy coldness immediately spread from his Qi Sea throughout his body.
"Then I won't beat around the bush. My luck has been poor this time. Since entering this third level, I haven't found a single drop of Myriad Manifestations Celestial Dew. Are you willing to sell the drop you just got to me? I will give you a fair price."
Within the fiery light, Yang Zhe's face emerged as he asked in a deep voice.
Fang Cheng's expression was indifferent. He sneered, "And what if I refuse to sell?"
