"It wasn't that much. He still had to pay tribute from these Nebula Sacrifices to his elder brother and clansmen afterward, using them to grease all kinds of relationships. To put it bluntly, he was just a tool the Lineage had placed in this position. In the end, the Nebula Sacrifices would still flow to his big brother, that Yudao Envoy." Wearing the Star King of Northern Suppression's face, White Wind spoke with contempt.
"Got it. This old bastard had quite the nerve. Temporarily skimming five hundred million was no small sum either," Li Tianming said.
One had to know that this was actually public wealth of the Divine Tomb Cult, meant to be distributed among many Divine Tomb Cult disciples for cultivation.
"Besides the Nebula Sacrifices, there are Eonic artifacts, Eonic God paths, and a whole pile of miscellaneous stuff. Take a look and see if there's anything useful?" White Wind asked.
"No rush. Let's head back to the Imperial Ruins first. We can talk on the way." Li Tianming looked toward the Northern Suppression.
"Not making a trip to the Northern Wilderness Nebula Ruins?" White Wind asked.
"No need. Silver Dust said this was his private itinerary. It won't be too late to collect the money a few hundred years from now," Li Tianming said.
With Silver Dust, he had reliable information on many matters, sparing him quite a bit of trouble.
"Alright!"
White Wind also looked toward the Northern Suppression, then said, "So, we go our separate ways?"
"You go back inside the Northern Suppression. I'll hitch a ride hanging off the outside. Don't go too fast and fling me off!" Li Tianming reminded him.
White Wind chuckled. "Just wait. This old man will definitely fling you off!"
With that, the two split up. Using the Void