Seeing that the two had failed to reach an agreement, Lin Feng immediately stepped forward and cupped his hands toward the middle-aged man. "Fellow Daoist, may we discuss this?"
"You insolent brat, which sect are you from? How rude. Didn't you see this old man negotiating this deal with this fellow Daoist? Why are you butting in?"
Seeing Lin Feng step forward to snatch the Jade Spirit Wood's Withered Root from him, the old man angrily waved his hand and berated him.
Having been inexplicably scolded by a stranger, Lin Feng naturally had no intention of indulging him.
With a curl of his lips, he sneered, "You old bastard, this fellow Daoist already plainly refused your old dog's request for a deal. The discussion between you has ended, so why can't I make an offer?"
"Is this trading venue your family's property? Are you saying I'm not even allowed to speak with others in the venue about a trade? Or must everyone attending this trade fair reveal their identity first, and those without sufficient backing are forbidden from participating?"
At this point, he flicked his sleeve and said coldly, "Let alone a He Tian Realm cultivator like you, even an Upper Three Tribulations cultivator would not be allowed by the Righteous Thunder Sect to run wild here so easily!"
"Hmph. Young man, I advise you to curb that sharp tongue of yours, lest disaster come from your mouth and you end up getting slaughtered somewhere one day without even knowing why."
Hearing this, the old man was so furious that his beard bristled and his eyes bulged as he began ordering Lin Feng around.
"Enough. Your terms fall far short of what I want. Please leave."
Seeing that the old man was still unwilling to give up, the middle-aged man