"Forget it!"
"Anyway, it wasn't as though there would be no opportunities in the future!"
"There was no need to make a move today."
"No need to be in such a hurry."
In an instant.
Cheng Buzheng talked himself into it.
At this moment!
Gongzhi Yang still had no idea that he had just taken a turn at the gates of hell and nearly lost his life.
However!
Gongzhi Yang had an intuition that the old monk before him had suddenly become far less dangerous.
As though his earlier intuition had merely been an illusion.
Though Gongzhi Yang did not know what had changed here, his tone did not change with it. He remained as calm and composed as before as he said:
"This lord stopped you, naturally, because of what happened just now!"
Hearing this.
Cheng Buzheng, wearing the guise of Old Monk Fayang, said coldly:
"Could it be that this lord must consult Fellow Daoist on how I conduct myself?
"Not to mention this poor monk's master, who has long since passed away—even a Venerable has no business meddling so broadly, does he?"
Clearly.
Cheng Buzheng was deliberately playing dumb and changing the subject.
Seeing this.
Gongzhi Yang forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and spoke again:
"Fellow Daoist has misunderstood!"
"The expert aboard the bronze battle ship stole a precious treasure from my Blood Fiend Gate.
"Those four Half-Step Supremes were also expert reinforcements invited by our sect.
"Therefore!
"I ask that you make things convenient and allow this lord to inspect that Storage Bag from earlier."
"This will also spare Fellow Daoist from becoming entangled in trouble later on."
Though Gongzhi Yang's final words appeared to be for Cheng Buzheng's benefit, they were in truth a mild threat.
A blend of favor and force!
First,