"Mm. The Fourth Branch fought bravely and killed the enemy this time. This old man will remember it, and reward you according to merit in the future."
"Many thanks, Ancestor."
Ning Wuxin was overjoyed, and the other disciples of the Fourth Branch were also deeply grateful. If Lin Xuan wanted to integrate the forces of the Seven Ning Lineages, he had to temper authority with grace. Seeing that he had achieved his goal, he was quite satisfied inwardly.
After a brief ponder, he decided he might as well give the other party a little more sweetness. The Corpse Demon raised a hand, and a streak of black light flew into Ning Wuxin's palm.
"This is... Many thanks for Ancestor's reward." Ning Wuxin was first stunned, then immediately delighted. He had been worrying over the destruction of his Flying Needle magic treasure in the other party's hands, and now he had received the Mang Brothers' Mourning Staff as a reward from the Ancestor. He had personally witnessed the power of this treasure; it was more than just a notch stronger than the destroyed Flying Needle. Turning misfortune into blessing, he was naturally overjoyed.
"All disciples, listen. My Ning Family stands as one from top to bottom, fighting bravely to kill the enemy. No matter which lineage someone belongs to, if they render great merit, this old man will treat them equally and reward them according to merit."
Because he had only just awarded the Mourning Staff, these words carried far more weight than before, and the disciples' response was even more united.
"Good. Everyone, rest for a short while, then go support the other areas." After the Corpse Demon finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of black light and shot toward the distance.
The disciples were utterly convinced, and hurriedly