Di Jiang wore a conflicted expression.
Why was Saint Changqing so sorrowful? It was truly baffling!
Could it be because he had gained more than a hundred trillion merits?
That was simply absurd!
If they had that much merit, the Twelve Ancestral Witches could all become saints, couldn't they?!
She Bishi muttered softly.
More than a hundred trillion merits!
Even the fractional amount would be enough for all of them to become saints!
Yet Saint Changqing looked utterly unwilling.
He even lamented the unfairness of fate.
The contrast was far too great!
So great that they found it difficult to accept.
In the void.
The saints did not know whether to laugh or cry.
That was more than a hundred trillion merits!
Why was Lu Changqing so miserable after receiving so much?
It was as though he had not gained merits, but lost more than a hundred trillion instead.
This was simply too...
The Heavenly Dao was unfair!
Hongjun trembled with rage.
Outrageous!
Utterly outrageous!
Lu Changqing was putting on such an obvious act!
He actually dared to behave like this right before Hongjun!
Too outrageous!
Although Hongjun had received quite a bit of merit himself, he could not feel happy at all.
Why?
Was it not because Lu Changqing had infuriated him?!
Sooner or later, I'll deal with Lu Changqing!
Once I break through to the Heavenly Dao Realm and surpass the Heavenly Dao, let's see who can stop me!
He would surely avenge this hatred!
With that thought, Hongjun left in fury with the merits he had gained from opening the wilderness.
He swore an oath:
This grudge would be repaid!
Otherwise, what right would Hongjun have to call himself the number one figure of the Primordial Wilderness?!
Lu Changqing! Just you wait!
Holding back his tears, Hongjun