"What consequences will I face if I don't become your clan's Chief Alchemist?" Xu Feng asked with a calm tone.
He glanced around and saw at least eight Ninth Realm powerhouses blocking the space.
"To invite an Alchemy Master like yourself to be our Chief Alchemist, I am very patient."
"Possibly waiting for hundreds of thousands of years, or even tens of millions of years, if not, then a few billion years." The sullen voice spoke with confidence and without fear.
"Is it because your Holy Origin Clan has many Immortal Boats?"
"And these powerhouses, can't your clan stop losing face in front of forces outside the Alliance?" The six-eared youth couldn't help but say.
At this moment, an invisible frequency enveloped the area, keeping all the surrounding Immortal Boats that wanted to join in on the excitement at bay.
"With such a great force, you resort to such methods; aren't you afraid of my revenge?" Xu Feng narrowed his eyes, his tone dangerously menacing.
