Under Dugu Qingyang's management, the Dugu Clan had long since reached a cooperative agreement with the Changlin Clan.
Back then, the Old Lin Family had been so poor they could not even lift the lid off the pot, so they had eaten and taken their fill from the Dugu Clan's side, getting their hands on a huge sum of money.
One part had been treated as payment for them leading the way.
The other part had simply been money advanced as a loan.
Since they had already confirmed they were relatives, what was there for relatives to haggle over so much?
Meanwhile.
Beyond the Star Sea, on the far bank of the long river.
Through the efforts of Murong Ziyan and Dugu Zixuan, the two old lumps of Supremes finally darted in from next door.
Dugu Qingyang looked light and breezy, but he made Dugu Zhengyuan and Dugu Yifeng (ranked Second Senior), who were following behind his rear, suffer terribly.
After all, the entire space was like a great mountain smashing down and needing someone to shoulder it. The Ancestor certainly would not lift a hand.
In its fine-sounding name, this was tempering for the younger generation.
"Zixuan greets the Ancestor!" Dugu Zixuan bowed to Dugu Qingyang, then bowed to her eldest uncle and third uncle as well.
"No need for so much ceremony. To get this old fellow over here, I truly made things difficult and exhausting for you."
Dugu Qingyang leaned on his wooden cane, his waist stooped, and spoke in a kindly tone.
Murong Ziyan said, "Fellow Daoists, since everyone has already come over, we should hurry and leave as well."
"This place is already unbearably turbulent, and the eyes and ears of those beyond the stars are everywhere. We should not stay long!"
"Good. Set