At the same time, Lei Dong seemed to transform into a mass of black wind and shadow, tearing through space. In the blink of an eye, he appeared several miles away. He hovered in midair, wings beating gently, arms folded as he watched with keen interest the streak of blue light hurtling toward him. A moment later, Qian Luo stopped in front of Lei Dong, his face looking rather grim. Then he gave a bitter laugh. "I finally understand why those Foundation Establishment Cultivators couldn't escape you. Those wings of yours are far too ridiculous. They must be worth at least ten million Spirit Stones, right?"
Ten million? Ha, what a joke. Of course, Lei Dong couldn't be bothered to tell him what the wings were really worth. He didn't want to scare the poor Golden Core Cultivator to death. He'd only put on this little display to knock Qian Luo down a peg. After all, a person's mindset as a Foundation Establishment Cultivator was one thing; after reaching the Golden Core Stage, it became another. It was like how a cultivator naturally felt superior when dealing with a powerless mortal.
To be honest, from what Lei Dong had seen, Qian Luo was a decent person and very likely to repay kindness. But his mindset was another matter. Certainly, gratitude might make him take good care of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator like Lei Dong. What Lei Dong wanted, though, was for him to treat them as equals. In this world, the only way to make someone look at you as an equal was to conquer them with your strength.
Besides, Lei Dong had wanted to give Qian Luo a mild warning. He might still be a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, but he wasn't some lump of dough Qian Luo could squeeze