Fudao Hall.
Front Hall, VIP room.
At this moment!
A terrifying, suffocating pressure spread through the room, sharp intent filling the entire private room.
Its source...
Was that unadorned ancient war spear.
After carefully sensing the power of this Magic Treasure, a trace of satisfaction flashed through the eyes of the middle-aged True Lord seated in his chair. He nodded, then turned his gaze back to Grand Origin One.
"Brother Dao's treasure-refining Immortal Arts are truly unrivaled!"
"They are even somewhat stronger than I expected!"
The Nascent Soul Cultivator said with a sincere expression.
At these words.
Cheng Buzheng, wearing his disguise, smiled faintly and said:
"This was merely what I ought to do. There is no need for you to thank me."
"Besides!
I must live up to the generous reward Fellow Daoist has offered, must I not?"
Seeing this.
The Nascent Soul Cultivator said no more. With a turn of his hand, a Storage Bag appeared in his palm. He then handed it to Master Grand Origin One and said gratefully:
"Many thanks to Brother Dao for acting this time. I hope Brother Dao will not find this small token of gratitude beneath your notice."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Buzheng, still under his disguise, knew that this Storage Bag should contain the reward they had agreed upon beforehand!
His divine sense stirred.
In an instant, the many Spiritual Items within the Storage Bag appeared in his mind.
Sure enough.
The payment was not short by the slightest amount.
But neither was there a shred more.
Clearly!
Though the power of this Magic Treasure had exceeded the other party's expectations, the Nascent Soul Cultivator before him had no intention of increasing the reward.
As for this.
Cheng Buzheng, wearing his disguise, did not pay it much mind.
After all.