Earlier, they had argued until their heads were bloodied over whether to hand over the item left behind by the Ancestor.
It was not settled until someone finally asked, "Do you want to die or do you want to live?"
A child appeared outside the secret realm and bowed. "Esteemed seniors, please come in."
Within the courtyard of the Qilin Secret Realm, Xiang Tian stood with his hands behind his back. Cheng Ruyu and several elders stood beside him. As for the younger ones, they had all been taken home by their parents. After all, what was about to happen might be more than people their age could bear.
Looking at the Divine Source held in Zhe Zhen's hands, Xiang Tian nodded in satisfaction. Not bad—it was at least a seventh-grade god!
"My lord, we have delivered the item."
Zhe Zhen spoke with his head lowered, not daring to look at Xiang Tian at all.
Xiang Tian did not take it immediately. Instead, he suddenly asked, "Are you unwilling?"
That single question scared the souls out of them, and they hurriedly spoke up one after another.
"No, no, my lord."
"We are offering it willingly."
"That's right, that's right. My lord, we sincerely admire you and are willing to present our clan's treasure to you."
Everyone spoke over one another, terrified that Xiang Tian would misunderstand and grow suspicious of them.
"Fine, then I'll reluctantly accept it."
With a wave of Xiang Tian's hand, the Divine Source flew before him in full view of everyone, then vanished into the bracelet on his wrist.
Everyone was greatly astonished. They had tried before, but this thing could not be stored in any spatial storage. Yet this young man could actually put it away—he definitely knew what it was!
It was truly