Qin Kong's expression changed, and he was about to speak when another person voiced his support. The sentiment was exactly the same as Lin Ming's.
In an instant, everyone except Bai Jizi had made their position clear.
Qin Kong was furious and anxious. They were only trying to break through to Spiritual Root Layer Three—how many resources could that take? He could handle it easily on his own. These people were obviously here to share the credit.
If just one person had asked, he could have swallowed his pride and politely refused. But now a whole pack of wolves had descended at once; of course he couldn't reject them all without offending everyone.
Broadly speaking, he and these people shared the same status: they were all puppets of Old Demon Yiling. Put plainly, they belonged to the same circle.
Since they were all in the same circle, being isolated would spell big trouble.
With no other choice, he plastered on a smile and made his position clear, saying that he hadn't had enough time to grow close to everyone yet.
"Brother Bai, why are you unwilling to stay a while on my turf? Have I, Qin Mou, failed to treat you properly?"
Qin Kong tried once more to keep Bai Jizi there.
He could herd one sheep or a whole flock; keeping Bai Jizi wouldn't make much difference.
Besides, among these people, he knew very well that though Xu Yi recorded his contributions under Lin Ming's name, the one Xu Yi valued most was still Bai Jizi.
Bai Jizi smiled. "Brother Qin, you jest. If Brother Yiling hadn't assigned me elsewhere, I'd gladly grow old and die in Kongkong Pavilion. In a world of immortals like this, who would want to leave?"
After Bai Jizi spoke, everyone offered their congratulations