Ji PingAn's words were unpleasant, but Feng Jun thought, if it had been him speaking, they would have been even harsher.
The high-tier cultivator of Qi refinement was first taken aback, then burst into laughter; however, there was not a hint of mirth in his eyes—instead, a strong killing intent emanated, "Even if I can't afford it, I still want to buy... You don't want to sell?"
"Of course I don't want to sell," Ji PingAn put out his hand and made a slicing motion across his neck, "Right here, just here... Come on, charge at me and chop."
"Cough," Qi Wusheng coughed heavily once more but did not speak.
A scornful smile spread across the lips of the high-tier cultivator of Qi refinement, "Alright, I know you're not afraid of dying, and I won't bully you— one merit point for ten spirit stones."
