The newcomer had a burly build and long arms, draped in a tattered robe, exuding an aura of unrestrained boldness.
He gazed at Fang Zheng, his eyes landing on the storage pouch, licking the corner of his mouth with a strange laugh:
"I suppose it was you who took down that flock of Thunderbirds? I wonder if you could spare an egg for this old man to taste?"
Fang Zheng's face turned gloomy, and his five fingers trembled slightly.
The earlier clash saw him at a disadvantage, his body tempered by Elemental Thunder Skill inferior to the newcomer.
His five fingers were tingling with pain.
"Not giving it?"
Seeing Fang Zheng remain silent, the newcomer raised an eyebrow, seemingly displeased, and reached out directly:
"Then I'll have to take it myself."
The two were separated by several zhang, but this distance was like being side by side for them, even audible in each other's breaths.
He reached out.
His five fingers were already closing in on the storage pouch.
"Pa!"
