"Liu Feng, stop being sarcastic. Just because you brought your big brother to help, a martial master at the Ninth Layer Peak, you think you can act all high and mighty? You are always beneath me in the Vermilion Bird Tent, always inferior to me. What, now that you're here, you think you can strut around? Sorry, but this mission doesn't rely on whose teammate has higher cultivation. No matter what, the reward from this mission is still mine, Yang Min's, and you, Liu Feng, can only trail behind and eat dust!"
Yang Min disdainfully said, then lazily pulled Lin Feng to an empty spot beside him.
Liu Feng's face turned extremely ugly after being ridiculed by Yang Min, and finally, he snorted coldly, not willing to continue the argument and instead turned his gaze towards Lin Feng.
"Judging by your age, you must be a disciple from the Divine Wind Camp too. It seems Yang Min has quite the confidence in you, doesn't he? But this confidence will soon turn to dismay!"
