Wang Kun's eyes widened as he kept straining his voice, shouting loudly.
Meanwhile, Luo Changfeng's withered right hand
was already dangerously close to Wang Kun's face.
If this slap were to connect,
even someone who had achieved Bone Refinement Perfection would undoubtedly die.
"One month?"
Luo Changfeng looked calmly at Wang Kun before him.
"One month..." Wang Kun's voice trembled slightly as he whispered in response.
"Fine, let's see then,"
"see if you can truly do as you claim, to triple the success rate and quality of the elixir."
"If you can, then you may live."
"But if not, you know what your outcome will be..."
"Alright, you may leave now!"
"I will have someone deliver those precious herbs to you."
"I hope that within this month, you can accomplish what you've promised."
Having said that, Luo Changfeng silently retracted his deceptively frail-looking right hand, which actually contained extremely terrifying power,
and resumed his seat on the stone bench.
