Faced with Li Yun's question, Ancient God Wanxian gave a rueful laugh.
"You're not from Red Demon Camp, are you? You're from the Panic Dreadbound Sea of Realms?"
"Sage of Immortal Market of Ninexu Camp is on close terms with several Sages from your Panic Dreadbound Sea of Realms. Coming to us for Origin Force Crystals was a case of a flood washing over the Dragon King's own temple."
"Huh?"
Shock and surprise filled Li Yun's face.
Inside, he gave a disdainful snort.
So it was because Sage of Immortal Market was on friendly terms with the Sages of the Panic Dreadbound Sea of Realms that they had taken the initiative to make peace—and even offered him a generous gift?
Ancient God Wanxian was treating him like a fool.
Li Yun didn't believe a single punctuation mark of it.
But believing him was one thing.
Playing along was another.
"So that's how it is. I'm terribly sorry... I was in the wrong. How about this? Give me some time to hunt Calamity Beasts, and I'll return the Origin Force Crystals I took from your people."
Li Yun looked apologetic, and quite sincere.
But his fingers gripped the ring tightly.
Those resources were already in his stomach. If they thought he would give them back, they could forget it.
Besides, the other man clearly had more to say.
"No, no, no... It was all a misunderstanding. What are a few Origin Force Crystals? Consider them a gift."
"Wouldn't that be asking too much..."
"Not at all. Absolutely not. Just pretend none of that happened. Though, actually, we do have a small favor to ask..."
Ancient God Wanxian looked embarrassed.
Li Yun knew at once that they had reached the point.
He waved a hand. "You're too polite. Since we're on the