"Mr. Yang, exactly what is Miss Feng Wu's level?" Wang Zhaole asked curiously.
Yang Zhihu didn't know the answer either, so he said, "Why hasn't Miss Dongfang arrived? Tell her to hurry up."
Just then, Yang Hong arrived with a little old man.
Seeing that it wasn't Dongfang Ziyun, Yang Zhihu frowned and stared at Yang Hong.
Yang Hong smiled bitterly. "I went to see her and politely asked for her help, but Miss Dongfang said she was still unwell and couldn't help anybody else. And… and…"
Yang Zhihu said, "And what?"
Yang Hong said, "She mocked Feng Wu."
Yang Zhihu stared at Yang Hong.
Yang Hong shook his head. "Miss Dongfang said, 'Doesn't Feng Wu claim that she's a Semi-Divine medicine refiner? Tell her to cure herself.'"
Yang Zhihu frowned. "Double the fee. Won't she come for that?"
Yang Hong said, "She said she would only come if we return essence crystal mine No. 3.
