บท 829: 3000-Meter Sword Domain

Early the next morning, Han Fei went to visit the "heavyweight" old guys in the inner circle.

The nearest was the old poison master Ye Qingfeng's house.

Han Fei stood at the door and knocked. "Senior Ye…"

"Um!"

Ye Qingfeng replied in a low voice, indicating that he knew it.

Han Fei smiled and said, "Senior Ye, I'm hosting a banquet at home today. Would you like to come? To be honest, I'm quite skilled in cooking…"

Squeak!

The door of the house opened, and Ye Qingfeng was holding a half-meter-long red centipede in his hand. He glanced at Han Fei indifferently. "I'm not going. I only like to eat poison."

Han Fei was dumbstruck. What is this guy talking about? He likes to eat poison?!

But he just smiled and said, "Well, I actually like to eat poison too. As long as the material is enough, maybe I can prepare a poisonous meal for you. What do you think?"