Lin Chang'sheng doesn't go looking for trouble.
But if these four come at him with bad intentions, he'll just have to smash some more "watermelons."
In less than a moment.
The four landed three zhang in front of Lin Chang'sheng, vaguely forming an encirclement.
Leading them was a tall, broad-shouldered elder with a mane of yellow hair and a powerful aura, like a lion. Hands behind his back, he fixed Lin Chang'sheng with a piercing stare, brow furrowed deeply: "I am Wei Wuji, Sect Leader of the Golden Saber Sect. Are you the newly ascended Martial Arts Grandmaster Lin Chang'sheng who purchased three Dragon Blood Pills from Hundred Herbs Hall?"
"That's right. Those three Dragon Blood Pills? I've already fed them to my Little White Fox."
Lin Chang'sheng swept a glance at the old man, then patted the wriggling Little White Fox at his side and said, "Xiaobai, let's go."
"Such precious Dragon Blood Pills—you'd give them to a mere animal? I don't believe it!"
