That meal left Yuan Lord heartbroken. Not only were the benefits he had gained from Xu Fan insufficient, he would have to put in more than half of his own possessions as well.
"Catching a fat sheep and carving off its flesh, is that it? You won't get another chance next time," Yuan Lord said, looking at the Primordial Sect elders.
"No, we believe in Yuan Lord. There will definitely be another time to strike it rich," Huang Shan said with a smile.
Afterward, everyone returned to the Three Thousand Realms, while Xu Fan brought Zhang Weiyun back to the Hidden Spirit Sect.
"Husband, I need to enter seclusion and break through to the Saint Realm now," Zhang Weiyun said.
"Go ahead. I'll stand guard for you here." Xu Fan lay on the recliner, digesting his meal.
The meal at Myriad Saints Tower had been so delicious that even now, Xu Fan's immortal soul still felt light and floaty.
With Zhang Weiyun in seclusion, Xu Fan was once again left alone in the Small Courtyard.
"I never expected Yuan Lord to have such a past," Xu Fan said with a smile.
Back then, Yuan Lord had been young and hot-blooded. He had felt himself invincible among those of the same realm, even capable of clashing head-on with a Chaos Saint.
With that proud mindset, he had encountered a Foreign Race expert in the Chaos Land who had likewise just become a Great Saint.
As though it had been ordained by fate, the moment they met, neither could stand the sight of the other.
Thus, naturally, they began fighting. That battle lasted a full hundred years.
Afterward, the two stopped and looked at one another, both feeling a sense of mutual admiration. Naturally, they then became friends.
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