Wang Defa interrupted.
"Teacher Wang..."
Ling Feng exclaimed.
"Three pots, Ling Feng was talking about three pots. Teacher Li wouldn't deny that, would he?"
Wang Defa changed his tune again.
Ling Feng hurriedly covered his mouth.
Li Dahong's entire face darkened. Wang Defa was clearly settling personal scores, wanting to take the opportunity to brutally squeeze him for a hefty price.
Three pots of Spiritual Spring Water, even he, as a Divine Realm strongman, found it painful.
It was three pots.
Not three bottles.
Nor three doses!
It was a full three pots!
He wanted to say no.
But looking at Wang Defa's serious expression and those Academy teachers around him, each waiting to see his joke, Li Dahong reluctantly forced a smile, "Haha, fine, a bet is a bet, three pots then."
"Okay, Teacher Li remembers to hand over the Spiritual Spring Water to me before dark, and I will pass it on to Ling Feng."
Wang Defa worried that Ling Feng couldn't withstand Li Dahong's pressure.
