"Miss Five is the Five-Poison Emperor? Is that even possible?"
Yang Ling forced a calm expression. Although the other party was furious, she was not aiming it at him.
Qiguan Zhao saw the expressions of the six of them freeze, cold sweat the size of soybeans breaking out wildly as they repeatedly cast pleading glances toward the old man.
"Xiao Wu, calm down, godfather will punish them."
The old man gently and softly persuaded her.
His words seemed to possess a calming effect.
Even Yang Ling felt the tension in his heart diminish a little.
Qiguan Zhao saw that the cold sweat on the bodies of the few was also no longer breaking out as heavily as before.
The look in Pork Belly's eyes grew somewhat dazed, and the eyeballs on her face gradually closed without leaving the slightest trace, returning to her original appearance.
"Godfather, what just happened to me?"
Pork Belly's expression was somewhat bewildered.
"It's nothing, your old ailment acted up, go back and rest; godfather will handle things here."
The old man said with a smiling expression.
"So that's how it is, and here I was wondering why I was so sleepy."
Pork Belly yawned, then greeted everyone present and saandered off, swaying as she walked.
As soon as she left, everyone, including Yang Ling, silently breathed a sigh of relief.
"You brought the Ten-Thousand-Year Horned Dragon Marrow over this time; that's also the intention of the families, right?
If no one in the families nodded, this item wouldn't have been able to reach your hands either."
The old man said casually.
Qiguan Zhao and the other six looked at each other and nodded silently.
This indeed represented the intentions of their families.
"When you do business, you should do it properly and uprightly. Why resort