He'd been so caught up in the fight that he'd almost forgotten Ao Kun couldn't wait to shake him off.
If he were in Ao Kun's shoes, he'd take the chance to slip away, too.
The Origin Immortal Palace Heir was no different. Qiu Ran's strength had piqued his interest, and he'd been thinking he could test himself against him—then he noticed Ao Kun had vanished.
Neither of the two locked in a fierce battle, nor the beings from both realms watching them, had noticed when Ao Kun slipped away.
"Over there."
The Origin Immortal Palace Heir pointed in a direction. Nine-colored Mist glowed around him as he sensed an aura of the same origin.
Qiu Ran was about to head over, but the Origin Immortal Palace Heir suddenly stopped him. "Now isn't the time to fight you. If he dies while we're fighting, that'll be a great loss to me."
The Origin Immortal Palace Heir said calmly, "He's not strong, but he isn't that weak, either. Not just anyone can get the better of him."
Qiu Ran calmed down. That was true. Ao Kun had at least one of the two things going for him: top-tier comprehension and top-tier talent. His strength was no small matter, either. "You seem to have something to say."
The Origin Immortal Palace Heir fell silent for a moment, then said, "Hand him over to me. Name your price."
Qiu Ran raised an eyebrow and smiled. "You've spotted what makes him shine, too? Listen, the two of you may be alike, and he may not be as strong as you, but he has something you don't. And he..."
Seeing that Qiu Ran had no intention of stopping, the Origin Immortal Palace Heir cut him off impatiently. "That's not what I mean."
Qiu Ran paused.