Jeang Zier furrowed her brow—this Yang Peihua was far too arrogant.
"My Divine Farmer Sect lacks nothing!" Jeang Zier said coldly, "Moreover, it is not our custom to leave our mountains to treat others. If you seek healing, come to the mountains yourself. Whether or not you will be treated, that depends on the mood of my Divine Farmer Sect!"
At this, Yang Peihua couldn't help but rage. Never had anyone dared to speak to him this way when he was in America.
In his view, Huaxia Country was a relatively barren place, and a rich person like him entering Huaxia Country meant that everyone there should be fawning over him.
He was even reluctant to go to the mountains to find the Divine Farmer Sect in the first place; he had originally intended to have Qi Yong'an go in his stead. It was only after Qi Yong'an had repeatedly insisted that he came, albeit reluctantly.
Unexpectedly, he hadn't even made it into the mountains and had already been rebuffed by Jeang Zier.
