Qin Feng sneered inwardly. 'Does this Lin Guangdong really take me for some naive rookie?'
'An Innate Dragon Pill isn't something I can just hand over for the asking.'
'Besides, what do the Divine Abilities you're cultivating have to do with me?'
'Our relationship isn't nearly that close!'
'After all, when I went to Peach Blossom Stronghold to pay him a visit, the man wouldn't even bother to meet me face-to-face!'
'Trying to get something for nothing. He must be daydreaming!' Qin Feng scoffed inwardly. "I'm afraid I must disappoint you," he said in a flat tone. "I have other uses for this Innate Dragon Pill."
Lin Guangdong's expression stiffened, and he said nothing more.
However, the atmosphere at the banquet grew considerably colder.
After a few more cups of wine, Lin Guangdong made his excuses, claiming he was busy with matters at Peach Blossom Stronghold, and left the banquet.
