Emerging from the area where ores were piled up, Peter Brown's face already sported a smile, his harvest was not small this time, and the Sect Leader was also generous, letting Peter choose the ores himself, without even specifying a quantity, meaning he could select at will.
Peter knew such opportunities were rare and did not stand on ceremony, taking some of every ore he found useful, filling his storage bag considerably.
"Who let you take so much?" the Great Administrator of Immortal from the Immortal Realm, with an unhappy look on his face, said darkly.
"The Sect Leader agreed to it. If you don't like it, go talk to the Sect Leader." Peter didn't give a damn about him, always being shown a long face as if he was something special.
"You're courting death!"
In the meantime, that person seemed to want to lay hands on Peter.
"Try it."
Peter's hands were already holding two Heavenly Thunder Talismans, ready to hurl them at the man at any moment.
"You!"
