Zhu Fei's eyes suddenly narrowed, coldly staring at the white-haired old man who had just appeared, known by the crowd as the Wuji Immortal Emperor.
If he remembered correctly, there had never been any grievances between himself and this so-called Wuji Immortal Emperor.
Since there was no enmity, yet the other party still wanted to confront him, the reason must be somewhat intriguing.
Sure enough, the Wuji Immortal Emperor glanced at Zhu Fei, his tone icy as he said:
"Zhu Fei, I have only one purpose for coming here, and that is to obtain the flying magical treasure you possess. If you are willing to hand it over to me, I will leave immediately without saying another word. But if you refuse to give me the flying magical treasure, then I'm sorry, I'll have to take it myself."
Hm? He wants my Void Light Wheel?
Upon hearing the Wuji Immortal Emperor's words, Zhu Fei was momentarily stunned, then a flicker of coldness flashed in his eyes.
