Shi Fan noticed Feng Fan staring at him and approached, forcing a smile onto his face.
"Good, good, good! The White Crow Sect truly is full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons."
Feng Fan, already aware of the old man's murderous intentions, didn't bother being polite.
"Indeed, quite unlike your Blue Dragon Sect, which seems more like a pasture for lambs and rabbits. Now, hand over my spear, or are you planning to deny the bet in front of all these witnesses? Not that I'd be surprised. Old bastards like you don't care about their reputation anymore, do they?"
A vein throbbed visibly on Shi Fan's forehead as he clenched his jaw. Without a word, he retrieved the spear from his space ring and tossed it toward Feng Fan.
He didn't waste time with any parting remarks.
