"You don't seem afraid, do you?" The red-dressed girl, an icy expression on her face, revealed a hint of playfulness.
Ye Feng looked at the red-dressed girl indifferently and slowly began to speak, "Your power is a thousand times stronger than mine. If you wanted to kill me, I'd have no chance to resist. If I'm afraid, I'll die; if I'm not afraid, I'll also die. Why should I be afraid?"
"Oh?" Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, the red-dressed girl's eyes grew more intrigued.
"How many Holy Spirit Crystal Stones do you have?" The red-dressed girl looked at Ye Feng and curiously asked.
Ye Feng answered casually, "Over four hundred thousand, I guess..." Ye Feng's expression was very relaxed, as if what he mentioned was not Holy Spirit Crystal Stones, but a pile of useless rocks, not worthy of his attention at all.
