That's Not Right! That's Not the Script!

Old Porter's annoying voice kept ringing in Chu Feng's ears.

"As long as you give me another 5,000 Astral Beast Souls, the top-grade treasure will be yours…"

As he spoke, Old Porter seemed to be searching for something in his pocket.

The next moment, Chu Feng felt a golden light flash past. However, he could not see its exact appearance.

His eyes suddenly narrowed.

Could this old fart really have a top-grade treasure?

Should he trust him again?

Chu Feng was extremely conflicted.

Five thousand Astral Beast Souls was not much, so Chu Feng did not care.

But the feeling of being tricked was really uncomfortable!

Furthermore, from the bottom of his heart, Chu Feng had never believed that the so-called rules of the Imperial Court would deliberately create such a special hidden character just to toy with the candidates, right?

They should be better than this, right?!

Damn!

Let's take another gamble!