"What?" Tang Zhen even suspected he had misheard.
Ling Zhuo smiled gently again. Coupled with his white robes, he truly looked like a refined young nobleman. "You should be able to judge my strength. My price is the Heavenly Flame passed down through generations in Burning Flame Valley—the Nine Dragon Thunder Fire!"
"As long as you give this flame to me, Ling Zhuo will be at your command!"
An even greater uproar erupted. The sheer volume of information had left everyone's minds struggling to process it! Since when had such a young man possessing a Heavenly Flame appeared in the Central Plains? From the sound of it, he even seemed to be an eighth-tier alchemy grandmaster?
At this moment, Ling Zhuo seemed intent on displaying his strength and no longer deliberately concealed his vast, wave-like soul power!
What shocked everyone even more was that his target was actually Burning Flame Valley's Nine Dragon Thunder Fire!
"What nerve!"
"It was him earlier too, wasn't it? Tossing around eighth-tier pills as if they were worthless?"
Tang Zhen's brows drew tightly together. "Young friend, the Nine Dragon Thunder Fire is, after all, Burning Flame Valley's inherited Heavenly Flame. Burning Flame Valley possesses no shortage of fine treasures. Other than the Heavenly Flame, everything else is negotiable."
Tang Zhen's tone was exceptionally mild, as though he feared angering this young man.
Yet Ling Zhuo shook his head without hesitation. "To be frank, I have no interest in anything else from Burning Flame Valley."
"Kid, you're being far too ungrateful! How dare you speak like that in front of Valley Master Tang?" a middle-aged man snapped.
Ling Zhuo glanced at him and folded the small fan he had been playing with. The drowsy-looking old man behind him vanished from the spot like a ghost, appearing