"1,010 red Ten Thousand Treasures Money," the man said again.
"1,020 red Ten Thousand Treasures Money." Yuan Yangzi's voice was somewhat low. Yan Chihuo knew that he was beginning to lose his temper.
"You're raising the price far too slowly. Fellow Daoist Yuan Yang, let's speed this up. 1,100 red Ten Thousand Treasures Money—how about it? Are you playing or not?" the man said in a flippant tone.
"Feng Xingkong, I know it's you. This poor Daoist's fortune cannot compare to Thunderbolt Hall's. Fine, take these ten Heavenfire Pills." Yuan Yangzi said.
Yan Chihuo was startled. This man was Feng Xingkong? Neither his face nor his voice matched.
Golden light more than an inch long shot from Yan Chihuo's eyes. Only then did he see that this man truly was Feng Xingkong, Thunderbolt Hall's Second Hall Master—he had merely altered his appearance.
Yan Chihuo thought to himself, His method for changing his appearance is truly remarkable. Yan Chihuo's Spiritual Eye had not been exerted at full power, but ordinary transformation arts could not fool it. Even if they escaped detection, they would reveal some flaw or another. Feng Xingkong was the first exception.
Likewise, Feng Xingkong's voice-altering art was exceptionally impressive this time, since it had even deceived Yan Chihuo's Spiritual Ear. But how had Yuan Yangzi seen through him?
Feng Xingkong chuckled. "This secret art of mine has never failed me, yet it still could not fool Brother Yuan Yang. Don't be angry, Brother. I didn't mean to disrupt your plans. I originally wanted to use these Heavenfire Pills to ask a favor of you. As long as you agree, these Heavenfire Pills will be yours."
Everyone sucked in a breath. Feng Xingkong was truly generous; they simply did not know what he wanted.
Yuan Yangzi said slowly, "If