A silent, desolate mountain.
"Cough, cough. You really do want me dead!"
Shen Fu held a Storage Ring, his cold face expressionless as he listened to the somewhat feeble Eerie Voice coming from his spiritual platform.
"I don't care. I already promised Senior Brother. Besides, he just saved both our lives. Whatever he asks, I have to do it."
"Get lost! Like I needed him to save me! A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator-when I roamed unhindered across Great Yan, the likes of him..."
The Eerie Voice carried a trace of irritation.
"I don't care. Anyway, without Senior Brother, you would've died just now."
Shen Fu's face remained wooden.
His stubbornness infuriated the Eerie Voice, which cursed angrily.
"Bullshit! I was already dead! Whether he saved me or not, I'd still be dead! Don't think you can order me around just because I think highly of you, brat..."
"Enough, Jiang Old Devil. Are you doing it or not? Or do you just not have the ability?"
Shen Fu sounded impatient.
The Eerie Voice immediately sneered.
"Hah, trying to goad me? Do you think I'm a three-year-old, so easily provoked?"
"I... of course I have the ability!"
"Hold that ring steady!"
The Eerie Voice sounded indignant.
His expression unchanged, Shen Fu carefully held up the Storage Ring.
After spending these past few years together, he knew Jiang Old Devil's habits inside out-and knew exactly how to handle him.
Sure enough, the slightest provocation made Jiang Old Devil act immediately.
"Don't look at what's inside."
Suddenly remembering something, Shen Fu hurriedly added that warning.
It immediately drew a disdainful snicker from Jiang Old Devil.
"Heh, what do you take me for? You could give me this junk, and I wouldn't spare it a glance... Hiss, there's quite a lot of Divine Essence Dew