Ye Fei nodded slightly and looked around, only to see everyone making promises in exchange for the Spiritual Energy Pills in the general's possession.
There were ancient martial artists who couldn't afford to pay and could only offer their Cultivation Techniques.
Ye Fei smiled faintly, he was more interested in Cultivation Techniques than in money.
If he could use them at will, why not give away all these Spiritual Energy Pills?
Spiritual Energy Pills could be refined at any time, but Cultivation Techniques couldn't.
The more, the better!
"Since there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first,"
Ye Fei said indifferently, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
Some of the bigshots who had recovered hurried over.
Wan Rong was the first to rush over, standing in front of Ye Fei with a beaming smile, as his tall frame shrank considerably, "Mr. Ye's life-saving grace is unforgettable. How about I, Wan Rong, host a feast to rid Mr. Ye of this ill luck?"
