Manager Tang immediately nodded without hesitation, "As you say, Chairman Huang Fu. I'll do whatever you command."
Feng Jun heard this and couldn't help but cough dryly. Since the two of them had gone this far, he couldn't remain completely indifferent. "If there aren't enough people to help, you can go find combat cultivators. Just tell them Mount Zhige's Master Feng Jun said no one should work for free."
"You're Mount Zhige's Mountain Master… Ji PingAn's backer?" The long-silent Wu Shangren suddenly exclaimed in shock.
After all, Ji PingAn had made such a name for himself that even Wu Shangren found it startling to hear his name.
Actually, Ji PingAn was merely at the Qi Refining Initial Stage. Wu Shangren could kill him with a sneeze, but Ji PingAn's backing—millions of combat cultivators—gave Wu Shangren a headache. No one dared to confront him head-on—a porcelain plate smashing against a tile? Not worth it.
