When Ancient God Wanxian saw the Origin Force Crystals packed into the ring—three million six hundred thousand of them, piled up like a mountain—he nearly exploded on the spot.
Absurd. Utterly absurd.
Then came anger and panic.
As he saw it, Li Yun might lie, but Origin Force Crystals did not.
Three million six hundred thousand Origin Force Crystals of at least Eight-Wheel Realm quality—what the hell was Skywing Camp trying to do?
"No. Something's wrong..."
"There's something fishy about this!"
Ancient God Wanxian suppressed his shock and rage and fixed his eyes on Li Yun, whose face practically screamed disdain for how stingy Ninexu Camp was.
"Why would someone from Skywing Camp come to you out of nowhere?"
"Even if they did, how could they possibly hand over this many Origin Force Crystals at once? Doesn't Skywing Camp need to keep running?"
"This is all your fault. Yours and Ninexu Camp's!"
"My fault?"
"Whose else? If you people had trusted me instead of sending teams everywhere to hunt me down, how would Skywing Camp have noticed?"
"Someone from Skywing Camp overheard me talking with your teams. Once they knew you'd hired me, they came straight to me and offered six million!"
"Six million Origin Force Crystals! I've been in the Primordial Land all this time, and I've never seen so many."
Li Yun looked thrilled.
Ancient God Wanxian could not help cutting in. "And you believed that? He was lying to you! How could he possibly give you six million Origin Force Crystals? That's impossible."
"Right. I didn't believe him at first either."
"But that guy had guts. Right in front of me, he pulled out three million six hundred thousand Origin Force Crystals and slammed them down before me like it was nothing. He said it was a