However, this was something that someone like Alistaire couldn't do but a foreigner with a low cultivation could do just that. How could he not feel incompetent? Was his strength really a joke?
Seeing that Alistaire was about to blow a fuse, the old man crazily laughed.
"Why are you standing there like a child about to throw a tantrum? Do you think I'm scared if you? If you truly have the strength, then come in here let's settle our scores."
"You…"
"Calm down you pompous brat. I didn't say I wasn't going to lend a hand. Even if he's hiding in this forest, It shouldn't take me long to find him. But, you should know what I want in return."
"It's a deal then. The fruit belongs to you as long as you can find him."
"And the others?"
"The others will also have to give up on obtaining the fruit. I'll try to convince them too."
"And what if they don't agree?"
"If that happens… then you can do as you please."
