Cultivators valued promises, but at the same time, they were never short on flexible ways of thinking.
Feng Jun was not surprised in the slightest when he heard Xuanyuan Buqi's words. He merely smiled and shook his head. "That would put the Wei Clan under a lot of pressure. I don't suggest you use such little tricks."
He did not suggest it... but neither did he firmly oppose it. His intentions were obvious.
Wei Sancai's face immediately turned bitter beyond measure. "Great Lord Buqi, Feng Mountain Lord... aren't you two harming people?"
"Sancai, that's going too far," Xuanyuan Buqi said with a half-smile as he glanced at him. "Feng Mountain Lord already said he only recognizes Wei Clan descendants. Are you planning to block everyone else's path?"
"Block my ass," Wei Sancai rolled his eyes. "Since it's the Wei Clan descendants' responsibility anyway, why should I give you people a chance? The Wei Clan needs Soul Separation Pills too!"
Xuanyuan Buqi narrowed his eyes and spoke with a sinister smile. "You want to monopolize the Soul Separation Pills... do you think the Wei Clan has the strength for that?"
The Wei Clan was also a family from a small world, but one that developed behind closed doors. Such families were generally somewhat weaker—though even if their strength was decent, refusing to expand outward for too long would gradually weaken them.
Wei Sancai knew this perfectly well, but he could not admit it aloud. "The Wei Clan lacks everything except strength."
"Hmph." Xuanyuan Buqi looked at him indifferently and said nothing else, but it was obvious that he would not give up this opportunity.
"Heh." Qian Zhong chuckled softly without saying anything either.
Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Wei Sancai immediately withdrew and left. Unexpectedly, just after entering the Heavenly