"Damn it, a set of clothes actually costs one purple crystal, why don't you just rob me?"
Everyone present looked bewildered at the two figures enveloped by a mist of energy in mid-air. Upon hearing Yang Zhen's words, they were immediately stunned.
Seeing Meng Tinghao and the elder in the purple robe exchanging glances, Feng Jingtu weakly smiled and explained, "This is really Yang Zhen's temper... Grand... grandfather?"
As he spoke, Feng Jingtu's eyes grew wider, an excited yet hesitant look spreading across his face as uncertainty crept into his voice, "Grandfather, is... is it you?"
A hearty laugh echoed in the air. "A single purple crystal is nothing, given Yang's favor I ought to satisfy you," the confident and resonant voice announced.
No answer was given to Feng Jingtu's question. The man in the air laughed and suddenly, a staggering energy exploded from his body, scattering the surrounding clouds.
