บท 1945: Ambition of the Western World

The crazy old man glared at Qin Wentian. This bastard truly knows how to extort people by taking advantage of their weaknesses.

"I got my own plans, you don't need to care about it." The crazy old man coldly spoke.

"That's only natural. What sort of character is senior? Most probably, the present you would give to Youhuang, wouldn't be any weaker than the god slaying rod." Qin Wentian smiled in a somewhat shameless manner. However, if Beiming Youhuang could really obtain a treasure that's better than the God Slaying Rod, what does it matter even if he was a little shameless? His skin was just so thick.