Xu Fu had never imagined that, as a member of the Heavenly God Temple, he would one day feel so stifled, so subservient.
His heart was filled with reluctance.
But at the moment, for the sake of those Elixir Formulas, Xu Fu could only endure.
Watching Long Chen's calm demeanor, showing no sign of disturbance, Xu Fu's thoughts rapidly turned, and he said, "Mr. Long, you can truly rest assured that the Heavenly God Temple will absolutely not trouble you over the previous conflict. Those dead folks, whether Gao Qiu or anyone else, they all deserved their fate, just a bunch of trash."
"Oh, you mean that because that group of people couldn't suppress me, they're considered trash? You were hoping they could suppress me?" Long Chen asked.
"Absolutely not," Xu Fu hastily replied. "Mr. Long, how could I have such thoughts? If I did, I wouldn't have come alone today, would I?"
"Get to the point, I don't want to listen to your nonsense."
Long Chen spoke indifferently.
