"Wang Peng, where exactly is that valley? Are you lying? How could you possibly know?" Along the way, Shen Xiu shot Wang Peng a cold glance and spoke icily.
"Brother Shen, why won't you believe me? I truly don't know the exact location of that valley." Wang Peng hurriedly replied, his tone filled with helplessness.
"Humph, you still dare to quibble."
"Tell me, what spiritual herbs are in that valley? Go on, say it!"
"Humph!"
"I'll give you one last chance. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Shen Xiu shouted coldly, a tremendous aura bursting from his body and enveloping Wang Peng.
Fine beads of sweat seeped across Wang Peng's forehead, making him look thoroughly bedraggled. At the same time, a flicker of wariness surfaced in his eyes.
"Brother Shen, I truly don't know. This is also my first time entering this mountain range. I have no idea where the valley is." Wang Peng drew a deep breath, then spoke bitterly.
"Hehe, good. Good. Very good. It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin."
"Then I'll let you die knowing the truth."
"That valley lies in the northeastern corner, four or five thousand li from where you are now. The journey alone would take you several days, perhaps even longer."
Shen Xiu looked at Wang Peng and spoke with an icy expression.
"What?!"
Hearing this, Wang Peng's pupils constricted, and disbelief appeared on his face.
"Wang Peng, what else do you have to say?" Seeing Wang Peng's expression, Shen Xiu's lips curled slightly as he sneered.
"Hahaha, I yield. I completely yield. I never expected you to have such ability, to even know the location of that valley."
A bitter smile appeared on Wang Peng's face, and he hurriedly said,
"Humph, you yield just like that?"