Since he had decided not to get involved in this matter any further, Ni Zhongli's attitude naturally changed as well.
With a slight push of his right hand, the ten percent of the Space Heavenly Dao Authority that had just been in his sleeve returned to Nan Caiming.
Nan Caiming stared at Ni Zhongli. He could tell Ni Zhongli was lying, yet there was nothing else he could do.
Both sides were Dao Ancestors. On ordinary days, neither could do anything to the other, and now, because Nan Caiming's Space Heavenly Dao Authority had fallen, his strength was even inferior to usual.
In other words, if a dispute broke out between them now, Nan Caiming estimated he would actually end up at a disadvantage.
And even if he could gain the upper hand, what of it? It still would not solve Nan Caiming's current predicament. In fact, as time passed, Nan Caiming's strength would only grow weaker and weaker.
When that time came, today's dispute would become a reason for slaughter in the future.
"Brother Ni, you've worked hard. Consider these a small token of my regard. I hope Brother Ni won't decline." Nan Caiming cupped his hands toward Ni Zhongli, left behind a pile of Natural Material Treasures, and then vanished.
Ni Zhongli looked at the many Ninth-Order Supreme Spiritual Materials before him, thought for a moment, and put them into his sleeve.
Nan Caiming's final meaning was very clear: he hoped Ni Zhongli would not go around spreading what had happened today. If word got out that there was a problem with Nan Caiming's Space Heavenly Dao, then it would certainly be Ni Zhongli's fault.
By accepting the Natural Material Treasures Nan Caiming had given him, Ni Zhongli was telling Nan Caiming that he would keep this matter