"Daoist Feng, you're not joking, are you? You chased a junior in the Wuji Realm all the way here. Isn't that beneath your status?" The fat old man's face glowed red, and his eyes were so narrow that only slits could be seen. Yet the gaze leaking from them carried a pressure that only those in positions of power possessed.
"Daoist Shentu, you can't put it that way. Is he an ordinary junior in the Wuji Realm? He's an immortal who even Xiao Jianlan avoided. I had to go through untold hardships just to make it here and kill that father-and-son pair. Do you have any idea how much effort I put in?" A trace of displeasure appeared on Feng Wuqing's face.
"Regardless, you did help this old man. However, we agreed that the job would be done cleanly and efficiently, yet you brought back a junior who followed you here. Shouldn't you deal with him?" The fat old man was equally displeased, and there was something about that displeasure that made people afraid to refute him.
However, Feng Wuqing was not someone who would simply let others have their way. He gave a soft snort and said, "I completed the task perfectly. After this, the Shentu household will surely be able to suppress the Jiufang household completely. As for this junior, heh, I didn't provoke him. He came looking for me on his own. Besides, he didn't come for me in the first place. Even if I hadn't been there, he would have come looking for your household after I handed in the mission. So what does that have to do with me?"
"Feng Wuqing, if that's how you put it, then I won't make up the balance. My Shentu household won't owe you anything anymore." The fat old