As Feng Jun's identity gradually "exposed," those around him found their worth soaring.
Deng Lao Er, a mere high-rank martial warrior, actually dared to refer to an innate expert disdainfully as "that guy".
However, Feng Jun's expectations had also risen. He frowned and asked, "Have you asked him if he wants to live or die?"
He no longer wished to waste so many words. The other party must obediently comply, and only then would he consider sparing the person. Otherwise, one slash would suffice to end it—merely an innate, who gave you the audacity to pry into immortal matters?
Deng Lao Er nodded, "He said he wants to live and hopes the Divine Doctor can give him a chance."
"Chances are not given by others but fought for by oneself… Do not overestimate your importance, an insignificant innate," Feng Jun huffed, then waved his hand, "Alright, bring him in."
