Qin Fengming was slightly taken aback. Being addressed as a Divine Son made him feel somewhat embarrassed. What kind of Divine Son was he? He had no followers around him, nor any sect backing him from behind. He was completely alone.
However, Qin Fengming had no intention of correcting them. His words back then had indeed been meant to borrow the prestige of a great banner and wear the tiger's skin.
"An enormous Mahayana Ying Eagle truly is an excellent mount for traveling. I wonder, how does your establishment handle reservations?" Qin Fengming's heart stirred. Unfortunately, since someone else had already reserved it, he could only ask casually.
"To reserve a mount, one must pay a deposit worth half its value. If the guest changes their mind later, the deposit will not be refunded. A Spirit Bird like the Mahayana Ying Eagle requires a deposit of one hundred and thirty immortal Spirit Stones." Although the shopkeeper was a Mahayana cultivator, he was extremely respectful and courteous before Qin Fengming.
As someone from the Marketplace, he knew more about Qin Fengming's deeds than others did. He knew that this young master before him had, by his own strength, captured more than a dozen Mahayana cultivators who had joined forces in an instant.
That level of battle prowess made his back turn cold just thinking about it.
"So, that Divine Son has already paid one hundred and thirty immortal Spirit Stones?" Qin Fengming asked casually.
"No. That Divine Son never showed himself. Only one of his followers came and informed me at the aviary."
The shopkeeper's words suddenly made Qin Fengming's eyes light up.
"Something doesn't add up. Since that Divine Son's side hasn't paid the deposit, it means the contract was never formed. I have three hundred immortal Spirit Stones here.