"I wonder if either of you fellow Daoists obtained any Millennial Gold Centipede Grass? I'm willing to buy it at a high price."
Qian Guoxin said courteously.
"No."
Wang Qingfeng shook his head firmly.
Qian Guoxin furrowed his brows and said earnestly, "Fellow Daoist Wang, I urgently need Millennial Gold Centipede Grass. Please help me."
"I said we don't have any. Why would I lie to you?"
Wang Qingfeng said impatiently. One was one, and two was two. He had no interest in deceiving anyone.
"Seventh Brother, stop wasting your breath on them. Just take them down. I refuse to believe they don't have any Golden Centipede Grass on them."
"Exactly. We were the first to discover this place. The Golden Centipede Grass is ours."
"Hand over the Golden Centipede Grass, or don't even think about leaving this place."
The other three Qian Family disciples wore murderous expressions, looking ready to turn hostile at the slightest disagreement.
"What a joke. You're bullying us with numbers? Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Wang Qingfeng sneered, his face full of disdain.
He had abundant practical combat experience. Ever since he was young, he had sparred frequently with his fellow disciples, winning far more often than he lost.
"Fellow Daoist Qian, we truly didn't find any Golden Centipede Grass. When we entered the cave, the Golden Winged Flying Centipede had already eaten it."
Dong Xueli hurriedly explained.
"How do we know you're telling the truth? The Golden Winged Flying Centipede didn't eat it earlier or later, but only after you arrived? Unless you take out the things in your Storage Rings and let us inspect them."
An Azure Skirt Girl questioned them.
"What a joke. If you don't believe us, then don't. Why should we let you inspect our belongings?"
Wang Qingfeng