Chen Feng was now waiting for Zhong Sheng to hand over the goods.
He believed Zhong Sheng was an Immortal Lord, so he should have at least this much integrity.
However, Chen Feng had overestimated Zhong Sheng's integrity.
Zhong Sheng looked at the Spirit Space Ring on his right hand, reluctant to part with it. These were all his resources, and the Storage Ring alone was an extremely valuable item.
His father had spent tremendous effort forging this ring.
Could he refuse to hand it over?
Actually, he could.
He was Zhong Sheng, an Immortal Lord. Although he had lost—
That had only been a three-move contest. If they truly fought, Chen Feng would not be able to harm him.
Chen Feng's cultivation realm was right there. Being able to withstand three of his moves was already terrifying enough.
If he handed it over, he would preserve his promise and reputation, but what use was reputation?
The resources in his hands were the real thing.
Yang Qian looked at Zhong Sheng and smiled. "Zhong Sheng, you've already lost, so give him the goods! You're an Immortal Lord! You can't possibly go back on your word over something like this, can you?"
"Hehe!" Zhong Sheng stared at Chen Feng, then suddenly laughed. "Sorry, I've changed my mind. I don't intend to give you the goods. These are all my resources—how could I possibly hand them over so easily? ...Farewell!"
As he spoke, Zhong Sheng's body was about to vanish. Just then—
The void behind them rippled. Space was blasted open, and several figures appeared.
Old Child of Heavenly Mountain flew over in the form of a young girl, her bell-like laughter ringing out. "Zhong Sheng, I didn't expect you to refuse to honor your debt after losing. It seems that's exactly