"An entire Storage Bag?!"
Elder Lu Senyu drew in a savage breath.
That breath had been so deep that, had his cultivation not reached such a formidable level, an ordinary martial artist might well have suffocated to death.
It was no wonder he was making such a fuss. Qin Shaofeng's demand was simply far too outrageous.
They were all martial artists.
Though martial artists could not entirely forgo food and drink, few of them indulged endlessly in the pleasures of the palate.
Elder Luo had originally been considered an exception.
Having suffered too much hardship in his youth, he had joined the Seven Stars Sect and become an elder of the Yu Heng lineage.
Once he no longer needed to worry about cultivation resources, he had spent nearly all his surplus savings on food and drink. Yet compared to Qin Shaofeng's current demand, even he fell somewhat short.
A completely filled Storage Bag would hold at least several cubic meters, wouldn't it?
"You really don't stand on ceremony, brat. Hmph!"
A look of feigned anger appeared on Elder Luo Yusheng's face, yet he casually tossed over a Storage Bag.
"You're about to depart. If we had the kitchen prepare it now, it would take at least two or three days. Take this food and eat it first. So long as you can bring those things back for me, I, Luo Yusheng, guarantee that whenever you want something good to eat—as long as this palace at the foot of my mountain can afford it—I'll provide it."
Everyone's mouths fell wide open.
Luo Yusheng did not care about that little bit of food, but Qin Shaofeng seemingly had the blood feud of killing his son with him. How could he say such a thing?
Could it be that he truly no longer