Mysterious Chaos Realm

Yang Wei let out a long sigh and said with a bitter smile, "This painting is merely a decoration for our establishment. If you are interested, Young Master, please take it."

Xu Feng shook his head slightly. "That won't do. I do not have a habit of taking things by force."

Yang Wei laughed bitterly to himself. As long as you do not stay here and keep provoking Chai Rongbao, feel free to take ten or eight paintings like this.

However, with Chai Rongbao standing right there, he could not possibly say those words aloud.

Chai Rongbao snorted coldly and suddenly said, "Mr. Yang, I want that painting."

Yang Wei's mouth fell open, and an extremely pained expression appeared on his face, as though he had swallowed a fly whole.

As if he had not heard him at all, Xu Feng continued smiling. "Mr. Yang, not only do I want this painting, I also want to know its origins. Who painted it, and why is it hanging here?"

The anger on Chai Rongbao's face grew increasingly intense. He suddenly said, "Are the two of you deaf? I said I want that painting."

Xu Feng gave a slight wave of his hand. "Where did this fly come from? Buzzing and buzzing, making such a nuisance of itself."

This time, Yang Wei and the others' expressions changed completely. If the earlier incident had merely been a minor conflict, then these words could be considered a provocation.

Ordinarily, the attendants around Chai Rongbao would have already rebuked him or attacked outright.

But they had just witnessed Xu Feng's elusive, unfathomable movement technique. They knew that his cultivation was exceedingly high, and that he was definitely far stronger than any of them.

If they tried to make an enemy of him, they would surely