"S-Senior..."
Staring into Song Changsheng's murderous gaze, the man felt a surge of terror, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
He was just an insignificant Loose Cultivator. Though he had managed to become a Foundation Establishment Cultivator through his own hard work, if Song Changsheng decided to kill him, there would probably be no one left to even erect a gravestone for him.
Seeing the man's expression, Song Changsheng realized he had frightened him. He forced himself to calm down, then took a bottle of Peiyuan Pills from his robes and handed it over. "If you have no other business, you should leave," he warned in a low voice. "Stay away from this area until tomorrow. Don't get involved."
Hearing Song Changsheng's words, the Foundation Establishment Cultivator seemed to understand the implication. He nodded profusely, accepted the Peiyuan Pills with a torrent of thanks, and then left, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
