"Wang Peng, where exactly is that valley? Are you lying to me? How could you possibly know?" Along the way, Shen Xiu had shot Wang Peng a cold glance and said icily.
"Brother Shen, why won't you believe me? I truly don't know the exact location of that valley." Wang Peng hurriedly spoke, his tone full of helplessness.
"Hmph, you still dare argue?"
"Tell me—what spirit herbs are in that valley? Go on, say it!"
"Hmph!"
"I'll give you one last chance. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Shen Xiu shouted coldly. A massive aura radiated from his body, enveloping Wang Peng.
Fine beads of sweat seeped across Wang Peng's forehead, making him look thoroughly bedraggled. At the same time, a trace of apprehension surfaced in his eyes.
"Brother Shen, I really don't know. This is my first time entering these mountains. I have no idea where that valley is." Wang Peng took a deep breath, then spoke bitterly.
"Heh heh. 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. That journey alone would take you several days to run, perhaps even longer."
Shen Xiu looked at Wang Peng and spoke with an icy expression.
"What?!"
Hearing this, Wang Peng's pupils contracted, 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 truly never expected you to have such skill—even you know the location of that valley."
A bitter smile appeared on Wang Peng's face, and he hurriedly added.
"Hmph, you're giving in already?"