Mo Qi didn't believe a word the old man said.
He and the Pig Emperor had already scouted the area. This was clearly an unclaimed, wild mountain range. The Spiritual Energy was mediocre, and they hadn't seen a single decent Spirit Medicine, let alone any real treasures.
'Take whatever I want?'
'What is there to take?'
'The air?'
He figured the old man was just spouting nonsense to fool him.
'Powerful experts have to save face, after all.'
"What, you don't believe me?" The old man's tone shifted. Pinching the Pig Emperor's nose and mouth between three fingers as if plucking a snail from its shell, he began to draw circles in the air.
Having slept for many years, he had just woken up to a delicious meal that left him deeply satisfied. The old man was in a fantastic mood and began to toy with the Pig Emperor with great amusement.
The Pig Emperor, dangling in the air: "@#￥%&*"
'Damn you! If I could beat you, I'd rearrange your ugly face!'
