Ancestor Yan Tian stood there as though he were acting for the sake of the entire Western Wastes, speaking with impassioned conviction and an air of righteous purpose.
Yet the towering Setting Sun Main Peak fell into deathly silence.
The wind stilled, the clouds froze, and not a sound could be heard.
None of the 170 Western Wastes Dao Sages present noticed that he had inflated the ransom. Even so, his shameless display nearly made their chests burst with rage.
Wasn't the Setting Sun Divine Palace the one that had caused this whole mess?
And now the entire Western Wastes was supposed to bear the consequences?
The Setting Sun Divine Palace had offered five High-Grade Saint Veins, yet acted as though it were generously opening its purse for the future of the Western Wastes?
For fuck's sake...
They had seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless.
They even suspected that Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley had demanded a ransom from the Setting Sun Divine Palace alone, not the entire Western Wastes. The palace simply could not pay it—or refused to—so it had deliberately dragged the other factions of the Western Wastes into the mire.
If it had been anything else, they might have let it pass.
To avoid offending the Setting Sun Divine Palace, they might well have pinched their noses and accepted their bad luck.
But these were fucking High-Grade Saint Veins!
They were the foundations on which a major faction survived.
There were 170 Western Wastes Dao Sages present, representing dozens of factions.
But at least half of those factions possessed only a single complete High-Grade Saint Vein.
With just one complete High-Grade Saint Vein as the foundation of their legacy, how could they hand it over as ransom merely to avoid offending the Setting Sun