After finishing those three words, Shi Hao spat out a piece of golden "avian bone," which landed on a street vendor's stall.
The vendor had just stood up, but upon seeing the object, he immediately plopped back down, utterly terrified. It was undoubtedly the roasted leg bone of a Golden Luan, albeit resembling a chicken leg upon casual observation, making it hard to distinguish.
"Master, this has nothing to do with me!" Sweat poured down the vendor's temples, trembling helplessly, certain he was dealing with a devil's incarnate.
"Where are those people? Lead me around to meet them," Shi Hao said.
The vendor hesitated. Those powerful factions were enough to crush Divine Fire Cultivators like him in droves effortlessly. The gap in strength was insurmountable.
"Master, please spare me! If word gets out, there won't be a single corner in the entire Immortal Ancient where I can hide. I'll be done for!" His face turned pale with dread and terror.
