48 The Gift

"There's no need. I didn't even prepare a gift like what you've mentioned. I wouldn't dare to accept your master's belongings!" Locke's words were dripping with malice.

The lackeys were so terrified that they quickly buried their faces.

Truthfully speaking, Locke really wanted to try out his evolved Body Tempering!

However, he was afraid that he would cause trouble if he had not grasped it well.

After all, he had only recently obtained the cultivation technique. After giving some more thought, he decided to suppress his curiosity.

"How about this, since there's such a rule in place, I'll abide by it..." A strange smile crept onto Locke's face.

"Do you see the food that you guys knocked over?" Locke raised his neck and gestured them to look at the Daemon meat that they had knocked over earlier.

"This is my gift, eat it..."

The moment Locke said those words, a thin layer of ice began to form on the lackeys' feet.