Su Miao lifted a hand and pointed at him from afar.
"No borrowing! Refine one yourself!"
"You can't even take a joke?"
Zhunti choked on her retort and muttered under his breath.
"...Stingy."
"This isn't stinginess. It's a matter of principle!"
It would have been possible before, but the key was that these Dharma Treasures had gained sentience now and could even take human form.
Giving them to her own master meant keeping them under her watchful eye. Giving them to Zhunti? Better not.
How could the Dharma Treasures she had raised in luxury possibly agree to that?
Jieyin had just used his divine banner to block the combined assault of several Saint-level Demon Gods. Sweat beaded on his forehead, yet his tone remained as elegant and composed as ever.
"Junior Brother, don't make trouble without reason."
Zhunti froze. It had only been a joke, yet his own Martial Brother was actually refusing to let it go.
And why did that tone sound so strange?
Who had led his Martial Brother astray?!
"Martial Brother, whose side are you taking?"
Jieyin's attacks did not slow. In passing, he even drew the enemies on Zhunti's side over to himself.
"The side of reason. What you said just now was indeed out of line."
"Which side has reason?"
Jieyin: "Her side."
Zhunti:
His own Martial Brother had left him utterly speechless.
He knew it. Ever since he and Martial Brother had become love rivals, Martial Brother had cared for him less and less.
Once this great battle was over, he would invite Miao Heng on a date in the new Secret Realm!
And he would not bring his Martial Brother.
Things seemed calm and peaceful over here, as though the world were at peace.
But if the view shifted to Hongjun's side, it