Qin Feiyang stopped, pondered for a moment, then asked without turning his head, "Give me one reason. Why should I give you a Martial Arts Technique?"
"I need a Martial Arts Technique. Is that reason enough?" Ling Yunfei watched him anxiously.
"Just because you need it, I should give it to you? You need to understand, we're not related, not even friends. Don't say I'm heartless, because that's just the truth. Once, I struggled for five whole years for a Marrow-cleansing Pill, but who gave me one? However, when you figure out why you're so desperate for a Martial Arts Technique, come find me again. Maybe then I'll consider it," Qin Feiyang stated indifferently, then strode into the jungle.
A flicker of disappointment appeared in Ling Yunfei's eyes. He heaved a deep sigh, quickly caught up, and asked, "Why were you looking for the Marrow-cleansing Pill?"
