At this moment, a slightly imperfect voice was spat out from the opposite side by Ye Fengsheng's voice, reaching his eardrums, stimulating his heart:
"Hurry up, when will you stop?"
Feeling a bit anxious, Master Zhang looked into Ye Fengsheng's eyes and said politely: "Who is your master? Which school are you a disciple of?"
He didn't want to start anything. Today's matter was none of his business. If he couldn't make any money, he wouldn't drag himself into this.
Not long after, the Martial Blade fell from the front. If during these times, he got hurt because of these strange things, it really wouldn't be worth it!
He never thought that Ye Fengsheng was not planning to catch such things. In his possessions today, the trashy things were entirely the old man's own.
Are you kidding, those who are alive and dead hide on the road, turning themselves into a big brother? Can my ancient legacy mix with your societal dregs?
