Having decided not to get involved in this matter anymore, Ni Zhongli naturally changed his attitude as well.
Ni Zhongli gave a slight push with his right hand, returning the ten percent of space heavenly dao authority he had just tucked into his sleeve to Nan Caiming.
Nan Caiming stared at Ni Zhongli. He could tell Ni Zhongli was lying, yet there was nothing else he could do.
They were both Dao Ancestors, and normally neither could do anything to the other. Now that Nan Caiming's space heavenly dao authority had diminished, he was weaker than usual.
In other words, if a conflict broke out between them now, Nan Caiming would probably find himself at a disadvantage.
And even if he could gain the upper hand, what would that accomplish? It would still do nothing to resolve his predicament. As time passed, his strength would only grow weaker.
When that happened, today's dispute would become a pretext for a future battle to the death.
"Thank you for your efforts, Brother Ni. These are a small token of my appreciation. I hope you won't refuse." Nan Caiming cupped his hands toward Ni Zhongli, left behind a pile of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and vanished.
Ni Zhongli looked at the many ninth-order top-grade spiritual materials before him. After a moment's thought, he swept them into his sleeve.
Nan Caiming's final message was clear: he hoped Ni Zhongli would not spread word of what had happened today. If news got out that something was wrong with Nan Caiming's space heavenly dao, Ni Zhongli would undoubtedly be blamed.
By accepting the heavenly materials and earthly treasures Nan Caiming had given him, Ni Zhongli was telling him that he would keep his lips sealed. Or rather, Ni Zhongli wanted no further part in this