The few from the Lingxiao Sect knew Yang Fei better than Hai Mo and Yan Wei. Seeing his words, a thought struck them, and their expressions subtly changed.
Hai Mo asked, "Friend Yang, did our Sect Master forget something important?"
Yang Fei smiled and replied, "Last time, I sent two large bottles of genetic liquid medicine with Fellow Daoists Lu Chen and Gan Qian, and your Sect Master has yet to pay me the equivalent value in spirit stones, elixirs, tools, or talismans."
Hai Mo and Yan Wei took a deep breath, exchanged a glance, and the latter said, "We truly don't know about this matter, nor did our Sect Master mention it before leaving, so we need to inquire before giving you a reply, Friend Yang."
Yang Fei chuckled upon hearing this and said, "No worries, the Lingxiao Sect is a two-star sect, and its affairs are numerous. It's normal for your Sect Master to occasionally forget something."
Hai Mo and Yan Wei's mouths twitched slightly, casting a peculiar glance at Yang Fei.
