章 745: Chuxi's Trump Card!

Anyone watching Jin Buhuan's ingratiating manner would think he was merely a city merchant, and would definitely not associate him with Feng Yan Union, a secret organization with a mysterious background. 

Duan Feiyu smirked, his ego having been stroked to the extreme. He looked over at Ling Chuxi and the rest, his expression smug and triumphant.

He had overheard that Ling Chuxi and the rest wanted to go to the previous site of the Golden Pill Sect and could see their disappointment. He was silently gloating. 'Yesterday I gave you all a token and you bluntly rejected it without knowing what was good for you. Now you know the power of my Celestial Sect token, right? Hmph, the audacity!'