Fang Shen stared at Xue Ying in disbelief.
After a long while, he opened his mouth with difficulty and asked tentatively, "My lord, you've raised it to fifteen low-grade spirit stones. What if the Golden Door Sect decides not to follow?"
"Keke!"
Xue Ying sneered and said contemptuously, "Do you think that the Golden Door Sect is the same as your Fang family?"
"A mere fifteen low-grade spirit stones is considered a huge sum of money to your Fang family, but to the Golden Door Sect, it's insignificant."
"If a mere fifteen low-grade spirit stones can scare the people of the Golden Door Sect, then they are not worthy to be our Blood Fang Gang's opponent!"
Hearing this, Fang Shen's face instantly turned green and red.
After all, their Fang family were following the Blood Fang Gang blindly, and they would not dare to disobey.
But who would have thought that when Xue Ying spoke, he actually did not care about his feelings at all?
