"Fine! Fine!"
"For the sake of Miaoyin, I'll deal with this Black-scaled Demon Bull matter for the Hundred Flower Sect."
Shen Feng murmured to himself inwardly.
If it weren't for some connection between the Hundred Flower Sect and Zuo Miaoyin, he would not have bothered with this mess. After all, whether the sect's disciples would become disabled or not had nothing to do with him.
His expression remained unchanged as he calmly looked at Hu Fangmei and said, "Prepare a Black-scaled Demon Bull for me, intact and without any external wounds."
Having said that,
he nonchalantly sat down in his chair and actually closed his eyes.
This infuriated Hu Fangmei to the point of nearly spitting blood. This kid was really acting too big for his boots, still pretending to be so composed at this point. Did he really think she, a First Grade Spirit Chef, was a vegetarian?
