Hmph!
Hearing Qingran say he would not spare Black Robe, Zhi Ming snorted coldly and said no more.
He knew full well that the Confucian Sect was simply watching the fire from across the river, waiting to laugh at the Mandate Temple.
And not just the Confucian Sect. The major powers across the entire Upper Realm were now laughing behind the backs of the Mandate Temple and the Heaven's Will Merchant Association.
Three days ago, the mysterious Black Robe had launched a surprise raid on and plundered the Heaven's Will Merchant Association in the Upper Realm. The two parties had been swindled out of fifty million Primordial Soul Stones by him. Zhi Ming had personally pursued Black Robe for three days and three nights, only for him to escape in the end.
These incidents had long since spread throughout the Upper Realm, becoming fodder for countless factions to discuss in private.
After calming down, Zhi Ming chose to endure for the time being. What mattered most now was the Qi Yuan Civilization inheritance in Qin Guan's hands.
As long as he obtained the Qi Yuan Civilization inheritance, all ridicule and hatred would become not worth mentioning.
Even if Black Robe was unfathomable and the power behind him soared to the heavens, once he obtained the World-Breaking Secret Art and ascended to the supreme Heaven-Wielding Realm—
Even if the powers of the entire outer domain joined forces, they would not be able to stir up any waves.
Zhi Ming sneered inwardly, suppressed these scattered thoughts, and lifted his teacup for a sip.
He looked toward the sky outside the hall. The three Divine Sons should have returned by now.
The hall fell silent for a moment before an Elder suddenly hurried into the main hall with a senior executive from the