"Little Friend Ying was incredibly generous. He even brought out the ancient dragon clan battle arts he had cultivated himself—Dragon Soul Battle Armor, True Dragon Battle Art, and Dragon God Annihilation—as well as some other dragon clan cultivation methods and formations we had never seen before. In that regard, although Fellow Daoist Ying is an outsider among the dragon clan, his breadth of mind and bearing are far beyond what we old fossils can compare with. If Fellow Daoist Ying were someone who selfishly hoarded his treasures, how could he have chosen to break through to the fourth-grade Pill Saint realm here in Sunset Gorge while sparing no effort to help us refine pills?"
Wen Tingdao looked at Muye Daofeng in surprise. In terms of how close they were, Muye Daofeng naturally could not compare with him and Lu Xiaotian. Why was he now putting even more effort than Wen Tingdao into persuading Lu Ziya?
"Brother Tingdao, we all brought out quite a few good things to get Fellow Daoist Ying to help us refine pills. Naturally, we can't let that old rascal Lu Ziya have things easy either. Fellow Daoist Ying's cultivation is a little weaker, but there's one thing he said that was absolutely right. Our dragon clan is naturally warlike. Apart from starting internal conflicts, selfishly hoarding our treasures and each guarding our own little patch of land is the true root of our decline. Take this secret realm, for instance. If our seven tribes hadn't split up and each gone its own way, would there have been any place for the Corpse Clan and Qilin Clan?" Muye Daofeng secretly transmitted this to Wen Tingdao.
Wen Tingdao was rendered speechless. So that was what Muye Daofeng had been scheming. Still, it seemed rather good. The rift between