Hearing Zi Yan speak like a bandit, Han Feng nearly cursed outright.
What did she mean, look for the reason in himself!?
Just as Han Feng was on the verge of exploding with rage, Zi Yan casually beckoned toward where he stood.
Almost instantly.
The Storage Ring on his hand landed in Zi Yan's palm.
Then, under Han Feng's nearly shattered gaze, she crushed it directly.
In an instant.
More than a dozen Sixth-grade Pills appeared before them.
Most of them were relatively precious medicinal ingredients.
As a seasoned foodie, Zi Yan only needed to sense them briefly to detect the extremely dense energy within.
"Yo, as expected of a Seventh-grade Alchemist. I didn't expect you to have so many good things on you."
Zi Yan looked at the herbs floating before her with great interest.
Han Feng's eyes were wide with fury, but even so, he did not dare say a word about taking those things back.
"I..."
Han Feng's expression was utterly spectacular, and Xiao Yan and Yao Chen were having a great time watching it.
"Damn! Teacher, is he really your disciple Han Feng? Why do I feel like he's no different from a dog on the ground in front of that female devil?"
"Ahem, without a doubt. He really is that beast who harmed me back then."
"Teacher, weren't you a Dou Zun back then? Han Feng is only at Peak Dou Huang now. How did he harm you back then?"
"Uh..."
"Teacher, why aren't you saying anything?"
"..."
Zi Yan would never pity someone like Han Feng, who pursued profit without any bottom line.
"Han Feng, are you angry?"
A trace of mockery appeared in Zi Yan's eyes, as though an ordinary person were teasing an ant on the ground.
"N-No, I wouldn't dare. Lady