Xiang Fei deeply agreed.
Qin Yang's fate was bound to be full of hardships—either on the run from assassins or in the process of being violently beaten.
To accomplish great things,
one must tread carefully.
Qin Yang felt quite cheerful; even if his ostentations felt a bit deliberate, it didn't matter—producing real treasures was truly domineering.
"Indeed, quite a lot. Admirable, admirable," said the Golden Toad.
Qin Yang chuckled smugly and stored the Immortal Treasure. For him, it was enough to display a little; if he were to bring out his Holy Weapon, it might just blow the other party's mind.
"If you're already awed by this, when I bring out my real treasure, you might…"
Just as Qin Yang was about to stop but couldn't help showing off a little more, Lin Fan stepped forward and angrily slapped him on the head.
"Enough. Keep pretending, and I'll really beat you up."
Lin Fan couldn't stand anyone pretending in front of him.
