Those words were not very damaging, but they were extremely insulting.
The smile on Zhunti's face stiffened.
He looked at the hall full of Daluo Golden Immortals of the Origin, then thought about the rotten mess back home that still had to get by on "borrowing."
It seemed... there really was nothing.
They did not even put the Dao Ancestor in their eyes. How could they take a fancy to the local specialties of that tiny patch of land?
"Fellow Daoist... are you serious? You don't need my West to pay anything?" Zhunti asked uneasily.
Zhou Ming gave a soft laugh.
"What, does Fellow Daoist Zhunti think he has too many treasures on him, and simply must leave a few behind?"
Zhunti waved his hands again and again, shaking his head like a rattle-drum.
"No, no, no! Fellow Daoist is noble! Fellow Daoist is magnanimous!"
"In that case, I thank Fellow Daoist for granting this favor!"
Jieyin, standing to the side, also let out a long breath, and that bitter face of his eased slightly.
He pressed his palms together and bowed deeply to Zhou Ming.
"Fellow Daoist is righteous!"
"On behalf of all living beings of the West, I thank you, Fellow Daoist!"
Zhunti's eyes turned, and he asked tentatively.
"In that case, as for our arrangements in other places..."
Zhou Ming waved a hand and cut him off directly.
"That is a matter between you and the others."
"Whether it is the Heavenly Court, the Human Race, or the other Fellow Daoists, go negotiate with them yourselves."
These words were heartless, but to Zhunti's ears, they were music from the heavens.
As long as he did not interfere!
As long as the Witch Clan, this greatest variable, remained neutral, then for the remaining factions, the two senior and