"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, this item is fated with our Western Lands. Please return this Western Spiritual Treasure to us." Zhunti suddenly appeared, interrupting the dispute between the two.
"Zhunti, you shameless wretch! This Spiritual Treasure is in my hands. Since when did it belong to your Western Lands?"
Kunpeng had no choice but to deal with Zhunti cautiously. The Two from the West were the chief culprits behind his loss of sainthood. How could Kunpeng possibly treat him pleasantly?
"That is not quite right. If Fellow Daoist Ran Deng had not obstructed it, this Spiritual Treasure would have fallen into our Western Lands. Tell me, does that not make it a Spiritual Treasure of our Western Lands? Fellow Daoist, do not forcibly seize the opportunity of our Western Lands."
Kunpeng immediately felt blood rush to his head. How could these two be so shameless?
This place was far from the Western Lands. How could the Spiritual Treasure possibly have fallen there? Zhunti was simply twisting logic.
"Ran Deng, you tell him. Is this Spiritual Treasure from the Eastern Lands or the Western Lands?"
Kunpeng did not dare fight Zhunti and could only make Ran Deng speak for himself. By rights, Ran Deng was the true owner.
"I do not know. Perhaps this Spiritual Treasure was indeed meant to fly toward the Western Lands."
Ran Deng did not want to become entangled in the Karma of the Two from the West either. In any case, he had already lost the Spiritual Treasure. Why offend the Two from the West over it? Offending Kunpeng was one thing; offending Zhunti would be a serious matter.
"Y-you... how could you say that?!"
Kunpeng had not expected Ran Deng to answer like this. For a moment, he was at a loss for words.
Ran Deng