"This, this..."
Old Zi sat to one side, staring in shock.
He'd thought Qin Feng was an upright gentleman who would never make peace with evil. Who could've guessed he was the sort of scoundrel who took money, accepted bribes, and promoted his own people—and who carried out deals right in front of the children without even trying to hide them?
"You'll get used to it!"
Xian Yunzi spoke up, offering comfort to his old friend.
The old Qin Feng had been all about social niceties at most. But now, Qin Feng was letting his true feelings show.
"Sir, sir..."
The children immediately crowded around, hoping to learn the secret to making money fast, too.
"Go on, get lost!"
Xiao Bai immediately jumped down and chased them away, making it clear he hadn't learned it himself yet.
"It's a pig-rabbit!!"
Remembering how vicious Xiao Bai was, the children scattered like birds and beasts.
"You're the pigs! Your whole family's pigs!!"
As if someone had hit a trigger word, Xiao Bai immediately chased after them, fuming.
Right after, cries of alarm rang through the bamboo grove, accompanied by the rising and falling wails of children.
"Honestly, that child!"
Like a father with a headache, Qin Feng let out a weary sigh.
Still, he made no move to intervene. Instead, he held out his hand to the two elders for the down payment: the first installment of five jugs of Taibai Immortal Drunk.
"You want them now?!"
The two elders wore pained expressions, hoping Qin Feng would give them another thousand years.
After all, Mount Taibai Immortal produced only ten jugs every thousand years. They'd already given Qin Feng two, and handing over another five would mean they wouldn't have enough to go around—not even enough to keep a few in reserve.