Above the sea of clouds!
The twelve Mortal Cultivators rose to their feet in unison and bowed in thanks to the Venerable.
A familiar back entered Cheng Buzheng's sight.
"Zhao Han?"
Cheng Buzheng gazed at the distant figure in the Nascent Soul Late Stage area, thinking to himself:
Could it be that Zhao Han offered that [Nine Yang Blood Ganoderma] to the Island-Moving Venerable?
Hmm!
Very likely!
According to the records, this kind of Spirit Medicine is of considerable use even to Spirit Transformation Venerables!
Ah, wouldn't Green Ram True Lord be crying himself unconscious in the latrine?
With that thought, Cheng Buzheng could not help searching the Nascent Soul Early Stage Mortal Cultivator area for Green Ram True Lord's back.
Eh!
Isn't that Bright Moon Old Daoist?
And isn't that familiar figure beside him Green Ram True Lord?
That's right—they're the two of them!
Cheng Buzheng confirmed inwardly.
Sure enough.
Green Ram True Lord was staring expressionlessly at Zhao Han's back as he rose and bowed.
Looking that wooden, he must have been furious!
Ah!
Without sufficient strength, this was fate!
Green Ram True Lord probably would not overestimate himself, would he?
After thinking it over, Cheng Buzheng felt that was unlikely as well.
Still, the grudge had probably truly been forged.
He just did not know what treasure the Island-Moving Venerable had bestowed upon Zhao Han.
It should not be a [Divine Firmament Pill], right?
Still, there was a one-in-twelve chance.
That was what Cheng Buzheng thought to himself.
At this moment, above the sea of clouds, there were countless Mortal Cultivators. Other than during their worship, not a trace of noise could be heard.
Not even secret voice transmissions!
At least, Cheng Buzheng had not noticed any.
But presumably, no Mortal Cultivator would show off such petty