What the hell happened to this gourd? I narrowed my eyes, and Ge Yuan chuckled. "This gourd cannot be returned to you—not with this old man's stubborn conviction, and not now, either. It will be what allows the immortals of the underground city to survive, so I will only hand it to Ke'er."
Ke'er froze for a moment, then caught the gourd I had thrown over. I made no attempt to snatch it back. If Ge Yuan was willing, he had countless ways to stop me. Since I lacked the strength, there was no point in bringing humiliation upon myself. But that did not mean I could not lash out with my tongue. "As shameless as ever. You make taking someone else's treasure for yourself sound so effortless. I was thinking of saving the immortals here and giving them a place to live, while you only thought about taking the gourd and stripping me of my rights."
Ke'er flushed at my words, while the group of immortals who still possessed some sense of justice naturally found this difficult to understand as well. Coupled with what I had said earlier, which had made them waver in their own camp, they could not help but feel secretly disgusted by such conduct.
Ge Yuan smiled. "Why are you in such a hurry, little friend? This old man is no fool. That gourd could not have grown out of your own body. You must have obtained it somewhere. Since you obtained it, that means having it or not having it is not something you cannot bear to part with. In the end, it can be exchanged for benefits or conditions. Can you accept that, little friend?"
"No. Some people can use this thing to benefit society, while others might use this treasure to wreak