Master, Can Youmei Eat Them Now?
Is this man serious?
Did he really expect Wu Jian to believe his bullshit? Anyone with half an ounce of gray matter in their head would recognize what was going on here. These men had felt Zhou Lihua refining a pill and came here because they wanted to attain whatever she was making. No doubt they believed it would help them achieve even greater heights of strength.
In this world, so long as you had the power to do so, you could take whatever you wanted without consequences.
Wu Jian studied the young man some more. His luxurious clothes, well-groomed face, and bodyguards made it clear that he was from a well-off family. It did not look like he belonged to a sect. There was a badge pinned to his chest. It was the Alchemist Association crest, and its color suggested that he was a rhenium rank alchemist.
“Oi! Did you not hear Master Feng Zhongxin?” asked Brute, scowling like he had tasted something foul. “Move aside and let us through.”