"Of course I recognize you." Zhu Yongfu looked at Xiao Fangu in the deep pit, aware of the various grudges between him and the Misty Sect.
The murderous intent in his heart began to dissipate.
"Uncle, have we met before?" Xiao Fangu climbed to his feet, looking at the chubby uncle in front of him, feeling that the man was still very unfamiliar.
"Uncle?" Souhun Zhenren Zhu Yongfu gritted his teeth in anger, but then he thought to himself, he was originally an old man, and after transforming, he became this figure, so being called uncle didn't matter.
"Uncle, I was wrong to smash your wooden hut. I'll compensate you right away." Xiao Fangu felt around on his body and took out ten Lower Grade Spirit Stones.
"Ten Spirit Stones?"
Zhu Yongfu rolled his eyes.
A wooden hut was worth only a few dozen silver coins, not even half a Lower Grade Spirit Stone, but that was not why Zhu Yongfu was unhappy.
Because it was a hut he had built with his own hands!
