Wang the Alchemist's threat didn't bother Feng Wuchen in the slightest.
"Everyone's hungry, let's eat," Feng Wuchen said indifferently.
"Big brother Feng, I thought you had mellowed out, but then you struck back as soon as you turned around," Liu Qingyang chuckled.
While eating, Bei Dou Yan said, "This old coot wouldn't recognize a good thing if it smacked him in the face. Even after being taught a lesson, he refuses to repent. The Hall Master should have killed him. Such a person is not fit to be an Alchemist."
"The people of Yunfeng City sold willingly, and that old man didn't force them. Can't really blame him, we can only say he has no conscience," Feng Wuchen shrugged.
As Feng Wuchen's voice faded, the nearby waiter hurried over and said in a low voice, "Sirs, don't blame me for being nosy, but that Wang the Alchemist isn't someone to mess with. Behind him, there's a Sixth Grade Alchemist, a master from our Yunfeng City. I urge you to leave quickly to avoid disaster."
