"How about this!"
The woman stared at He Pingsheng for a while, then said, "I'm not greedy. Take out those supreme-grade Spirit-Writing Heaven-Connecting Pills and trade me two!"
"Don't worry. The items I offer you definitely won't be low-grade either!"
"As long as you're willing to trade with me, I'll take responsibility for driving everyone else here away!"
"What do you say?"
The woman raised her chin with a smile and swept her gaze around.
He Pingsheng shook his head. "Sorry, Senior... I don't have any supreme-grade Spirit-Writing Heaven-Connecting Pills left!"
"None left?" the woman asked. "You'd better be telling the truth!"
"Otherwise, once I kill you, I'll go back and search for them myself!"
"The outcome will be the same. There's no need for you to struggle!"
A savage grin appeared on He Pingsheng's face. He looked at the woman, then at the surrounding immortals, and abruptly took out his token. "I'm a disciple of the Immortal King Palace! I don't believe you'd dare attack me!"
"Aren't you afraid of being hunted down endlessly by the Immortal King Palace?"
To be fair, sometimes this token really did work.
This time, however, it failed.
The woman burst into laughter, then waved her delicate hand and took out a black token of her own. "He Pingsheng... take a good look. You're not the only disciple of the Immortal King Palace. I am too!"
"Not only am I a disciple of the Immortal King Palace, I'm also your Senior Sister!"
"And I'm an inner disciple, while you're merely a nominal disciple of that woman Li Tianxin!"
"You think I'm afraid of you?"
"Even if I kill you and throw your corpse in front of Li Tianxin, she won't lay a finger on me!"
"Do you believe that?"
He Pingsheng's expression darkened somewhat.