Ling Zhenfei chuckled and said, "I really didn't expect the senior to figure it out, truly embarrassing. But it doesn't matter, this is what I think, what can you do about it."
"Boy, you're courting death." The old man was enraged.
Ling Zhenfei said, "Don't just blurt out that I'm dead. If we really get into a fight, who knows who will die? Just tell me honestly, what other good treasures you have, and I'll take them and leave."
The old man relented once more and said, "Alright, but as cultivators of our class, we have principles. You must keep your word and not take the items and still linger."
Ling Zhenfei said, "Don't worry, I'm the most honest and reliable person. As long as you give me the items, I'll leave immediately."
The old man said, "Fine. I have a magical artifact on me, take it and leave quickly."
Ling Zhenfei was taken aback. It seemed the old man was really putting forth a significant offer—anything he carried would surely be valuable, not something trivial.
