Qing Feng, having understood, charged at Ah Lang in anger, her fists raining down on him like raindrops: "You and your nonsense..."
Ah Lang didn't fight back, dodging and shielding himself a few times before taking to his heels.
"I was just suggesting the worst possible scenario."
"And you still said it..."
Watching the two chasing and tussling, Sword Obsession sat nearby, counting the Demon Blood Cores within the Storage Magic Device, feeling quite pleased.
Not far away, those prodigies who came to explore the secret realm watched this scene, and most of them felt a bit envious.
"This time, the few from Xunwang Heaven are reaping the benefits without any effort, yet they still aren't satisfied."
"Exactly, while we narrowly escaped death in this secret realm, they sat back and profited from those three sets of armor, goodness knows how much they've gained."
"Who knows where they got those pieces of armor from."
