Yang Fei knew that Nine Extremes was an extremely important introduction to practicing the Nine Extremes Technique.
However, it was of no use to ordinary people.
And in the hands of Old Lady Sun, it could only bring her lethal trouble.
So, he did not refuse it.
He placed the purse into his coat pocket and bowed to Old Lady Sun.
"Thank you, madam."
As the two talked, the fire gradually died down, leaving only large clouds of smoke rising.
At that moment, several people, reeking of smoke and smeared with soot,
emerged from the crowd.
Yang Fei looked carefully, and they were Three Swords, Yan Wuxin, Qiu Yidao, and the Five Ghost Kings.
Three Swords stepped forward and bowed slightly.
"Thank you, Mr. Yang Fei, for your righteous help; your idea was indeed brilliant," he said.
"We still haven't found any traces of the White Dragon Envoy."
Yang Fei hummed, his expression not optimistic.
