Zhou Ming spoke as if it were nothing.
Yet to the seven True Lords, his words were no less than a thunderclap.
He had sent people to kill the World Lords under their command, seized their resources, destroyed their worlds, and in the end called it "borrowing"?
And what he was borrowing was Fortune?
"You must be joking."
Nether Demon Ancestor spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Fortune has long since become useless to people like us."
"Now that you have attained Great Luo, Fellow Daoist, why remain so fixated on such a thing?"
This was what puzzled them most.
Upon reaching the Great Luo True Realm, one transcended the river of Fate, remaining unscathed through countless tribulations. Whether Fortune favored one or not was utterly irrelevant.
The man before them was himself in the Great Luo True Realm and commanded countless living beings. He could have provided for himself completely, so why use such methods to seize the Fortune of others?
Such behavior utterly defied the status and logic of a Great Luo True Realm cultivator.
"You need not know that."
Zhou Ming still had no intention of explaining.
His goal was to break the Rule Shackles within his body. The matter was of immense importance, and he could not tell anyone.
Zhou Ming's impervious attitude thoroughly enraged the seven True Lords.
They had roamed the Primordial Universe for countless eras. When had they ever been ignored so completely?
Seeing that Zhou Ming would not yield an inch, the expressions of the seven True Lords gradually darkened.
"Fellow Daoist, we have treated you with courtesy because we respect you as a True Lord."
"This starfield is jointly governed by the seven of us."
"You act within this territory, yet refuse to tell us your reasons. Does that make sense by