"This kid is really dripping with wealth, staying in a heavenly-level room. Even we don't get such treatment."
Outside the Sky Tower, several Martial Artists watched as Chu Fengmian entered the Sky Tower, each with eyes filled with jealousy.
"Hmph, this kid can pull out ten million saint-grade Spirit Stones without even blinking an eye. What's this amount of wealth to him?"
Another Martial Artist stared at Chu Fengmian, his eyes revealing a chilling coldness.
"But it's a pity, this kid actually dared to provoke the Young Master. No matter how much wealth he has, he won't live long enough to spend it."
"With the Young Master's status, killing this person shouldn't be such a hassle. In my opinion, we should just storm in and kill him. Does the Sky Tower dare to disrespect our Zhan Demon Sect?"
Another Martial Artist spoke sinisterly, sounding somewhat impatient.
"Shut up. Didn't you hear the Young Master's orders?"
