Seeing the determination in Qin Shaofeng's eyes, he could only agree with a bitter smile:
"All right, Fellow Daoist Feng!"
"Then I can only wish you safety!"
Qin Shaofeng nodded. "Fine!"
"If there is any news about the medicinal ingredients, tell me directly."
"But before informing me, I hope you inspect them carefully and make absolutely certain there are no issues with their quality."
The Immortal Alliance steward said:
"All right!"
Qin Shaofeng then returned directly to his cave abode.
Sure enough, before two hours had passed, someone came knocking.
"Is that Feng fellow in there?!"
A voice blazing with fury rang out from the entrance of the cave abode.
Qin Shaofeng, who had been resting in the garden, frowned slightly.
Without saying much, he flashed to the entrance and examined the gold-robed cultivator before him with a frown.
"What is your relationship with Master Dong?"
The man's tone was incomparably arrogant. "I am Master Dong's third disciple, and my cultivation has now reached the Integration Stage mid-stage!"
"Brat, why aren't you kneeling and begging for mercy?!"
"If you are willing to kneel and offer up all your possessions, I may yet grant you a way to live."
Qin Shaofeng was actually amused. "This is simply absurd!"
"If you want to fight, then hurry up and fight. After I deal with you, I still need to go back and rest!"
The man gave a chuckle.
"What an arrogant brat!"
In truth, he knew that the strength Qin Shaofeng had displayed earlier was roughly at the Integration Stage early stage.
As someone at the Integration Stage mid-stage, he could absolutely deal with Qin Shaofeng.
That was why he had nothing to fear.
A glint of cold light flashed in his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, a small arrow