The Martial Arts Hall was once again illuminated by a faint green light. The yellow-faced youth had blood on the corner of his mouth, and looked at the young man opposite him with shock and fear. At that moment, the young man was holding a Spirit Light Stone in his hand, smiling at the yellow-faced man.
"You, you despicable, what is this?"
"Oh, you're talking about those, just some spices used in cooking."
Although the yellow-faced man's question was abrupt, Zuo Feng understood what he was asking. Glancing slightly at the ground, he said with a smile. Over the past few months, Zuo Feng had lived in that residence, which inevitably required him to prepare his own food, so he carried a few packets of spices for seasoning.
