The influential clansman who had spoken up to rebuke Lin Qi saw that Lin Qi was completely ignoring him. His face flushed crimson with rage, and he roared himself hoarse at Lin Puxi, "City Lord, Lin Qi's actions have utterly violated the military discipline that requires all spoils to be handed over to the clan! We earnestly request that you seize and severely punish this foolish brat, to make an example of him!"
Lin Puxi pondered for a moment, then smiled gently and nodded at Lin Qi. "Lin Qi, these magic implements..."
Lin Qi coughed, then said stiffly, "I only seized these magic implements after sacrificing a forbidden-spell scroll. So they should all belong to me! Whoever seizes something owns it. If anyone dares bring up handing over all spoils to the clan, don't blame me for refusing to give him any face!"
Lin Puxi's expression suddenly darkened as he barked, "Lin Qi, don't go too far with your words!"
Lin Qi gave a few mocking laughs. Turning to look at Lin Puxi, he asked word by word, "Are you sure you want to talk clan rules with me? Are you sure you want to talk rules and discipline with me? Are you sure you want to talk that bullshit military discipline of the Wingfolk Forbidden Region with me?"
Lin Puxi's face changed slightly. He stared fixedly at Lin Qi for a while, before a brilliant smile suddenly bloomed across his face. "Lin Qi has a point. He obtained these things by killing those Sun Elves, so naturally they are his spoils of war! Hahaha! With so many corpses of ancient powerhouses preserved here, are we afraid there won't be good treasures to find?"
Donkey began laughing strangely. He took a deep breath, and his small chest swelled to the