"Young friend, you don't trust this old man?"
"That's right."
"..."
Hearing this, Profound Silver Ancestor could not help but be somewhat astonished. After all, he had never seen a First-tier Holy Clan junior dare speak to him like this.
"Luo has lived among foreign races since childhood, and my blood relatives passed away early. I have long developed the habit of trusting only myself. I hope Ancestor can understand."
The other party was, after all, a Mahayana Cultivator, so Luo Hong had to give him some face. Thus, he promptly made up a plausible reason.
"Presumptuous! The rules are the rules. How can they be broken for one person?
"Once this precedent is set, the clan's Elders will all be able to claim missions first and postpone accumulating contributions. What kind of chaos would that cause?!"
Profound Silver Ancestor naturally could not possibly agree to Luo Hong's impudent demand. As he shouted angrily, terrifying Mahayana-level Spiritual Pressure descended upon Luo Hong.
Any ordinary Holy Stage cultivator would surely have turned pale and struggled to remain standing under such pressure.
But put plainly, this pressure was merely a combined aura of Spiritual Pressure and spiritual sense.
Although Luo Hong fell short in terms of Magic Power, he had once faced the even more terrifying Hoofed Dragon Clone, so he naturally did not care.
As for spiritual sense, it was rather interesting—Luo Hong even felt that the other party was inferior to him!
Thus, beneath Profound Silver Ancestor's pressure, Luo Hong remained completely unruffled, as steady as a mountain.
This display made Profound Silver Ancestor freeze in surprise once more.
How did this First-tier Holy Clan junior seem to be somewhat formidable?!
"You..."
"Senior, because this junior has immersed himself in the Dao of artifact refinement, I cultivated some secret soul