The white fog was persistent, creeping in from outside and engulfing Sun Lingtong and Ning Zhuo within the house.
Hearing the Fox God demand the petal, Sun Lingtong flew into a rage, "What a cunning Fur God! Luring us inside, hiking up the price, coercing us with force!"
"Do you take us for clay figures?"
"Come on, let's see if I don't give you a good thrashing until your ass and head blossom into flowers, and tear down this rotten temple. Do you really think becoming the Deputy Mountain God gives you the right to lord over others?!"
As Sun Lingtong rolled up his sleeves, baring his chubby little arms and brimming with aggression, the Fox God scoffed, "Such spirit in a little child."
Ning Zhuo smiled wryly, "It seems you, Fox God, are quite spirited yourself."
"Do you not know my clan possesses the Double Golden Core, and still you dare to trouble us?"