Gong Yannan's face couldn't help but heat up upon hearing Feng Jun's words. He wasn't a "naive and silly" person. Among Gu Practitioners, his name was feared, but when dealing with non-Gu Practitioners, he preferred to be reasonable.
Feeling slightly embarrassed by the accusation of forgetting past favors, he could only defend himself with some effort, "The Green Silk Spirit Grass Gu is worth this price."
"Haha," Feng Jun laughed again, choosing not to argue, "I told you before that I have more than one Gu Practitioner by my side, and they couldn't possibly be ignorant of these Gu insects' value. Out of trust, I accepted your price, but... they will laugh at me for it."
Gong Yannan remained silent; this was a tough conversation to respond to. If he couldn't give a satisfactory answer, a confrontation was very likely.
Others might fear Gu Practitioners, but would Mountain Master Feng fear them? Think of the three brothers of the Lu Family, and you'll know.
