Di Jun and Taiyi were instantly stunned.
After a moment, Di Jun opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out...
Innate Fire Gourd, Nine Heavens Breathing Earth.
Could he take them out?
Even if he could, he would be reluctant to part with them!
He did not even have enough magic treasures for himself.
How could he bear to give them to Kunpeng?
That damned Wu Tian...
Di Jun cursed furiously in his heart, Just how many treasures has your Witch Clan snatched that you can casually give them away so freely?
What left Di Jun even more speechless was this.
Wu Tian was not even insisting that Kunpeng join the Witch Clan. Instead, he wanted Kunpeng to side with neither faction and join neither!
Then what exactly were you after?
Silence...
Silence was the biting cold wind over the North Sea!
Even Taiyi, who was usually loud and brash, knew what to say at this moment—no, he was too embarrassed to say anything.
Di Jun had merely offered an attitude.
Wu Tian, meanwhile, was handing Kunpeng Innate Spiritual Treasures of real value without a second word...
What else could he say?
After a long while.
Di Jun finally worked out what to say in his heart and was about to speak when a disturbance in the distance suddenly interrupted him.
The three men's gazes flickered.
They all turned toward the Primordial Wilderness continent, surprise flashing in their eyes. Taiyi's brow furrowed ever tighter.
"Hm?"
"Jiufeng?"
Within the reach of their gazes.
A tall figure flashed past. It was Jiufeng, a Great Witch of the Witch Clan. She raced swiftly across the North Sea, taking a few steps before swinging the whip in her hand and stabbing it into the void before her!
Whoosh!
Spiritual light flickered