"Enough. We're all among friends, Brother Pei. There's no need to feed me these empty pleasantries. You two know how hard it was for Gao to get this Lanke Flute, and that every time I use it, I lose another chance to do so. Taking five source beads in exchange for using it isn't unreasonable, is it?"
Immortal Lord Pei and Immortal Lord Cheng exchanged a glance, and both agreed to Immortal Lord Gao's demand.
As they had been there themselves, they knew full well how crucial the Lanke Flute had been in killing the Black Origin Giant just now.
Their earlier objections had only been because they feared the one surnamed Pei would claim everything for himself. Now that he had put it this way, how could they bring themselves to argue?
A flash of golden light, and five source beads vanished. The remaining fifteen Black Origin Beads were still trapped within the ring of light.
Immortal Lord Pei's eyes shifted. "Since Brother Gao has taken his treasure, I assume you have plans for the remaining fifteen Black Origin Beads as well."
"Brother Pei gives me too much credit," Immortal Lord Gao replied. "I wouldn't call them plans. I have a few ideas I'd like to share with you both. When we cultivators vie for treasures, we ought to compete in skill. Dividing them equally would be dreadfully conventional."
"Are you suggesting a match between you, Brother Cheng, and me?" Immortal Lord Pei asked. "Brother Cheng, what do you think?"
A smile spread across Immortal Lord Cheng's round face. "I'd be delighted."
This time, the Holy Court had joined forces with the Eight Great Immortal Sects and other top powers to explore the Heavenly God Hall. They had deliberately limited the number and level of top cultivators allowed inside,