"Eh? What kind of expression is that, boy?"
Whatever the Purple-clothed man's cultivation might be, his mentality clearly was not that of someone who thought he had lived too long and whose thinking had begun to calcify.
If it had been someone like that, Qin Shaofeng might have felt somewhat concerned.
But since the person before him was an old rascal of this sort, he naturally cared even less.
The corners of his mouth slowly curved into a strange smile. "Does my expression really need a detailed explanation?"
"We killed this Milo Leopard. We built the fire rack. Our people even roasted the meat. As for who gets to eat it in the end, that is naturally something for us to decide."
Qin Shaofeng paused abruptly at that point.
He scrutinized the Purple-clothed man with a peculiar look for quite some time, a teasing smile spilling across his lips. Then he asked, "May I ask who you are? How did the roasted meat we worked so hard to prepare become something made for you?"
"You think you're so impressive just because your cultivation is high?"
Having said that, he suddenly fell into thought again.
Only after quite a while did he tilt his head slightly and continue, "You even say we deliberately lured you out? May I ask just who Your Esteemed Self is?"
He truly had only just arrived here and knew nothing about the people of this place.
The Purple-clothed man before him might be very famous, but to him, he was no more than a stranger.
Yet the others were nearly scared senseless by his words.
Purple clothes and a purple robe—this was that heaven-defying existence from the Assassin Ranking!
Even in that legendary place, aside from those truly standing at the pinnacle, anyone who heard his