"You've gone too far!" Chiming Daojun roared, his face flushed red.
"Fellow Daoists, follow me! This time, we must teach that shameless Western thief a lesson!"
"Then hurry up." Daoist Qingfeng smiled and flicked his sleeve, setting the wind howling.
"I'll lend you a hand."
The two of them tore through the air first, flames and swift wind intertwining. Four Quasi-Saints followed behind, all pursuing Zhunti.
The other Cultivators did not move.
Losing one or two low-grade items was not painful enough to trouble them.
At a time like this, chasing Zhunti was most likely a matter of saving face.
However, Quasi-Saints were not Saints. Saints were already indestructible and immortal, with few things left worth fighting over. Thus, reputation became especially important.
But Quasi-Saints had far more to consider.
For most people, offending a group that would produce Saints in the future merely for the sake of face was not worth it.
Bodhi Daoist said apologetically, "Fellow Daoists, I truly apologize. Poor Daoist was careless for a moment and allowed Zhunti to succeed."
"Forget it." Fu Luo Sanren waved his hand and said,
"Zhunti's cultivation is not weak, and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree is exceptionally powerful. Fellow Daoist need not take it to heart."
Xuanjue Zhenren looked around and comforted them. "They were merely some low-grade items.
"Since the War between the Wu and Yao clans has already come to an end, I think this gathering should disperse as well."
"Good."
"Agreed."
"Poor Daoist takes his leave."
The Rogue Cultivators clasped their fists in farewell. As Spiritual light flickered, streams of Escape Light rose into the sky and vanished into the depths of the layered clouds.
Bodhi Daoist was not worried about Zhunti.
None of the several Cultivators pursuing him possessed a Spirit Treasure capable of breaking through