At this moment, the young man came before the little boy. As he looked at the Imperial Medicine in the boy's hands, his eyes gleamed, and his face filled with excitement.
"Imperial Medicine!"
"You... You want to trade spirit stones for it?" the little boy asked timidly as he looked at the young man.
"Did I hear that right? Trade with you?" The young man stared blankly at him, then burst out laughing.
Slap!
The young man swung his hand and sent the little boy sprawling onto the ground. With an arrogant air, he snorted,
"You're just a snot-nosed brat whose hair hasn't even finished growing. How dare you expect me to bring something to trade with you? Do you even have the qualifications? This Imperial Medicine belongs to me!"
The young man from the Imperial City looked incredibly arrogant. Clearly, he had never intended to give the little boy even a single spirit stone.
Instead, he planned to forcibly snatch the Imperial Medicine from the boy's hands.
And with his identity, even if he did such a thing, no one would dare say anything—much less compete with him for it.
After all, he had a father who was a city lord. It was said that his father's cultivation had reached the peak of Immortal Emperor eighteen and that he was the Demon Moon Empress's trusted aide, as well as one of her relatives.
Little Sister frowned slightly, her cheeks puffed up in anger. How could they bully someone like this?
"You... You're stealing my things!"
Fury filled the little boy's eyes as he glared at the young man.
"So what if I steal your things today? What, you're not convinced? Then hit me!"
The young man planted one foot on the little boy, wearing an infuriating expression that seemed