Chen Mo showed no particular expression when he heard Zhang Buhui's answer. Instead, he turned to Zhang Li and said, "Patriarch Zhang, could you send someone to bring Chi Lan to me?"
Though phrased as a question, his tone was somewhat icy, and everyone who heard it could feel the chill within it!
Zhang Li nodded and tried his best to maintain the dignity of a clan leader as he beckoned to another member of the Zhang family, signaling him to fetch the medicinal materials.
Yet inwardly, he was furiously cursing Chen Mo. Damn fellow, so arrogant and overbearing. I hope someone causes trouble for him someday and avenges the humiliation my Zhang family suffered today!
Seeing how domineering Chen Mo had been today, Zhang Li hoped he would keep it up. Perhaps one day, this youngster would provoke someone he should not provoke, and then someone would naturally step in and teach him a lesson.
That way, what the Zhang family had suffered today could at least count as a little compensation.
If he were a Xiantian Master, today's events might have turned out differently. Even if he could not defeat Chen Mo, Chen Mo would at least show some restraint for the sake of them both being in the Xiantian Realm.
But Houtian Layer Ten was still Houtian, even at the Houtian peak. It was not Xiantian. Before a Xiantian Master, there was naturally no dignity to speak of.
Having received Patriarch Zhang's instruction, that man immediately nodded, turned, and ran off. He did not even ask where the medicinal materials were kept. In such an atmosphere, he did not want to say anything more. He even felt that asking one extra question might draw Chen Mo's attention.
No one present wanted to face that icy gaze.
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