"Fellow Taoist, what can I do for you?" Seeing that he didn't say anything, Lu Zijia took the initiative to ask in a "friendly" tone.
"I… You…"
Ordinary martial artists all had a kind of reverence for alchemists. Coupled with the aura Lu Zijia deliberately emitted, it made the strong man feel even more pressured.
However, when he thought of that person's promise and twenty million gold coins, he made up his mind and gritted his teeth.
"You… You actually have the cheek to ask me. My wife died after eating your pills. How do you think we should settle this?
"Don't think that I'm afraid of you just because you're an alchemist. Let me tell you, if you don't pay up, I definitely won't let you off just like that!"
Seeing him pretending to be fierce, Lu Zijia raised her eyebrows slightly and then looked down at his trembling legs. Didn't he say he wasn't afraid?
