The chubby cultivator shrunk in fear when he saw Grey look at him without a change in expression. His voice exuded coldness and a strange calmness that made the chubby cultivator feel safe and insecure.
'No! That's not right!' He said internally when he heard what he said. Becoming even more terrified, he tried to move backwards, but that only resulted in more pain.
"What other magic treasures do you have in your possession?" Grey asked after some contemplation. He remembered that Soul smiths were very rare and their services very expensive, but they were also walking treasure hives.
"A lot! I have a lot... I mean, I have some other magic treasures in my storage bag." The chubby cultivator quieted down after seeing Grey's cold stare.
"Bring them out... Slowly." Grey said in a low voice, but his tone sounded domineering to the ears of the chubby cultivator.
"Yes!" The chubby cultivator said, but then suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. But he didn't dare to dally any further.
