Ling Zhanzi's words fell, and Qi Lin met his gaze, his brows knitting slightly.
What kind of look was that? What kind of tone?
Qi Lin said blandly, "Friend, if you keep that attitude, then this deal is off."
Anything Qi Lin set his eyes on usually ended up in his hands one way or another.
But who could blame Qi Lin for being kind-hearted?
He did not want to keep taking things for free without putting in any work.
But if someone made him unhappy, that was another matter.
As Qi Lin's words fell, the atmosphere in the hall instantly became tense.
Li Feng's scalp went numb, and he could not help looking toward Luo Tianshen.
Brother, where had you found this deity? A mere Low Earthly Sovereign actually dared show the Western Heaven Battle Hall so little respect.
One had to know that Ling Zhanzi was the Great Saint Son of the Western Heaven Battle Hall and the personal disciple of the Western Heaven Battle Emperor. His status far surpassed that of elders like them.
Meeting Li Feng's gaze, Luo Tianshen gave a bitter smile.
He had not expected Qi Lin to remain so unyielding even on the Western Heaven Battle Hall's territory.
He had clearly already introduced Young Friend Qi Lin to the Western Heaven Battle Hall.
Could it be...
Did Young Friend Qi Lin possess some other trump card that allowed him to fear the Western Heaven Battle Hall so little?
Just as Li Feng and Luo Tianshen thought Ling Zhanzi was about to fly into a rage, Ling Zhanzi narrowed his eyes and spoke with a smile.
"Qi, what are you saying? A guest who comes from afar is welcome. It is the honor of our Western Heaven Battle Hall that you have come here