Zou Bufan was used to Feng Jun avoiding answering, so he wasn't angry, but he still refused to back down.
He cupped his hands once more, "This matter is very important to me. I hope Mountain Master Feng will give me some face. I will surely repay you in the future."
"I'm just curious," Feng Jun couldn't hold back his short temper, "everyone wants me to give face, but don't I need face too? Do you think you can just open your mouth and ask whatever you want and that I owe you all these answers?"
With that, he patted the Spirit Beast Bag at his waist and said irritably, "You're actually asking what kind of Heavenly Demon I've captured... Is that something you can casually ask? Put yourself in my shoes. If you had a Heavenly Demon, could I just ask you about it?"
Zou Bufan was red-faced, but when he heard the last sentence, his eyes lit up and he answered without hesitation, "Of course, you can ask whatever you want. My family has a Heavenly Demon, the Sorrowful Devil."
