The Eighth-Layer Nascent Soul old man was called Xiong Youshan. In any case, everyone addressed him as True Immortal Youshan.
He also knew what Feng Jun was thinking and could only say with a bitter smile, "We truly have no intention of asking for the deposit back. We only ask to postpone it for a few days. We'll first go capture the culprit; if we truly can't catch them, we'll gather another fifteen Extreme Spirits and bring them over."
Feng Jun had initially thought they were trying to pull something, but that logic did not seem like it. If they were trying to pull something, they would either beg for a discount or ask for their Extreme Spirits back. All they wanted was to delay the crafting.
So after thinking it over, he asked in a deep voice, "How did your family... lose those Extreme Spirits?"
"This... please do not ask further," True Immortal Youshan said with a constipated expression. "My Xiong Clan will handle it ourselves."
"What do you mean, the Xiong Clan will handle it yourselves?" Feng Jun frowned and spoke with an imposing air despite his lack of anger. Though the other party was more than one major realm above him and an elder of a Secret Realm Family, he still spoke that way.
It was not merely because he had powerful connections and influence, nor because he had gotten carried away. "The shift in the order of precedence has affected my rules. I even rejected the Rui Clan and Formation Dao's request to trade places. Didn't you know that?"
Of course True Immortal Youshan knew. Liba Beach was currently crowded with all manner of people, and vast amounts of information arrived every day.
Especially since, apart from local cultivators, everyone who came here belonged to major