"Instructor Li, I just saw there was one bottle left, you put it in your pocket," Tian Xuefeng questioned. "How can there be none left over?"
Just earlier, Tian Xuefeng had witnessed Li Qianfan placing the last bottle of Purple Cloud Dew into his pocket, yet now claiming there were none left. Clearly, he didn't want to share it, huh, so stingy. It was only a slight doubt, and he got angry over it.
Although Tian Xuefeng felt unhappy inside, he had no more energy left for climbing and had to grudgingly accept it.
"You must be seeing things, they are all used up," Li Qianfan replied with a smile, his face the picture of sincerity.
"Instructor Li, I really saw you put the Purple Cloud Dew in your pocket."
Tian Xuefeng, earnest-faced, turned to Zhang Liang and said, "Zhang Liang, did you also see Instructor Li put the Purple Cloud Dew in his pocket?"
