The atmosphere in the hall was unusually oppressive, tinged with a faint sorrow of parting.
Little Jiu turned back and took out another spirit bone, stuffing it into Ning Rongrong's hands. "It may not suit you, but you can have your father trade it for something else!"
Ning Rongrong gave a soft acknowledgment, then said, "If your Myriad Beast Hall needs a Saintess, come find me! I'm pretty reliable when it comes to management!"
Little Jiu's mouth twitched. I'm not an idiot! Better leave this Little Demoness to plague the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!
Then he took out another spirit bone and gave it to Master. "Teacher, I'm sorry! For your sake, I've already spared the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan once. But this time, I'm not doing this for myself. I have brothers behind me who trust me! I have to give them an answer."
Master sighed. This spirit bone was Little Jiu's greatest concession to him. He hoped Master would give it to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, allowing Yu Xiaogang to fulfill his responsibility to the clan in exchange for staying off the battlefield between the Myriad Beast Hall and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
After all, Little Jiu did not want to stand against someone he cared about in a battle of life and death again!
"I understand. Many things are beyond our control!" Master patted Little Jiu on the shoulder and said nothing more. Everything that needed to be said was left unspoken.
Turning around, Little Jiu smiled at Zhu Zhuqing. The tear tracks on her face remained, and the cold, beautiful goddess now resembled an injured female leopard.
Little Jiu took out another spirit bone. The moment it appeared, everyone's expressions changed.
It was the most precious kind of spirit bone—a