The terrain is Kun, its thickness carries myriad things.
Long Fei looked at Zhang Yuankun, thinking that his name really reflected his character.
He shrugged his shoulders, not giving an inch of face, and directly refused, "Sorry, I came in a hurry and only prepared two pills. Master, you should keep your formation for your own research!"
"You!"
Zhang Yuankun had not expected Long Fei to refuse him face like this.
In the South Yangtze, he was a top figure, even high-ranking officials and nobles dared not to disrespect him by refusing him something like this.
Having failed in his request, he immediately changed his expression, and his tone turned colder, "Young man, don't be too inflexible. If you don't give others respect, don't expect others to give it to you."
His words were full of provocation.
People around were not fools, and naturally, they could hear the implication.
