The Child of the Fallen God halted, his heart tightening with unease, for before him stood the natives. They were not to be provoked; otherwise, it would be immensely difficult to establish a foothold in the Immortal Ancient. Such an act could invite catastrophic trouble.
Shi Hao's gaze was just as cold. He walked forward step by step, his eyes fixed on the man who had the audacity to bring up past humiliations, using the disgrace of his two senior disciples to provoke him.
"Young friend, would you consider trading that item with us? In return, we will rid you of him and destroy his sect," an elder offered.
All around, the crowd was struck dumb. The natives were showing such favoritism toward Shi Hao—it was completely beyond anyone's expectations.
