"Martial Uncle, did you destroy that person just now, or suppress him?" Jian Wuji asked curiously.
"I directly suppressed him. Since we're both Human Race, robbing him doesn't warrant killing him." Wang Xuanxin said with a smile.
"Then how does Martial Uncle plan to deal with him after taking him back? I suggest making him a Sect Puppet for a million years." Han Feiyu said.
"That punishment is too cruel. I plan to send him to your Fifth Martial Uncle. He seems to be rather short on experimental materials lately." Wang Xuanxin said.
"Fifth Martial Uncle!"
The two of them sucked in a sharp breath.
"Not that kind of experiment. There's not much danger, so don't overthink it."
"Your Fifth Martial Uncle is still quite merciful toward his own kind. But when it comes to Foreign Races, his methods are truly cruel." Wang Xuanxin explained.
"That's good, then. I hope this Fellow Daoist can turn over a new leaf after he comes out." Han Feiyu said with a smile.
He knew how terrifying his Fifth Martial Uncle was. Even an ordinary experiment was not something a Chaos Great Saint could endure.
A small Teleportation Array appeared, and an exquisite food box floated up from it.
It then transformed into a table before the three of them.
The table was covered in a dazzling array of exquisite dishes, their fragrance drawing the attention of all three.
"Martial Uncle Wang, I have three more jars of Holy Lord's Drunk here. Let's have some together." Jian Wuji said.
"No problem. I've been craving the Sect's food anyway."
Looking at the feast before him, Wang Xuanxin was greatly satisfied.
The Immortal Ship sailed through the Chaos Land, and the three of them drank more and more merrily within it.
"Martial Uncle Wang, let me