Han Feng naturally noticed the unusual look in Hun Changqing's eyes and continued speaking.
"Hehe, Protector Qing, I know you don't believe me, but among all the Heavenly Flames ever recorded, only the Nine Nether Golden Ancestor Flame is dark gold. Even if it isn't the Nine Nether Golden Ancestor Flame, it must be a previously undiscovered Heavenly Flame appearing for the first time. Its value goes without saying.
"And in exchange for your help, I will also refine a seventh-rank medicinal pill created by my master, Venerable Yao-the Yin-Yang Dragon Profound Pill. Once you take it, as long as you aren't killed instantly, you can rise anew from ruin. I believe this pill would be extremely useful to you as well, Protector."
After hearing Han Feng's words, Hun Changqing grew increasingly curious about this Ancient Flame Old Demon. He was also quite curious about why Han Feng wanted to deal with the demon.
"You're paying such an enormous price to deal with this person. I don't believe you have no ulterior motive. Let's hear it."
Han Feng's smile froze for an instant, but he quickly forced it back onto his face.
"That Ancient Flame Old Demon stole a pill formula left behind by my beloved master, who passed away long ago. That formula was the culmination of my teacher's life's work. I must recover it, which is why I'm willing to spare no expense to kill that Ancient Flame Old Demon!"
As Han Feng finished speaking, a perfectly timed look of hatred appeared on his face.
Yet Hun Changqing didn't believe a single word of Han Feng's bullshit. That beloved master of his was still refining pills in the basement of this very pavilion. If he knew Han Feng was here, he would have rushed out and destroyed him