Hanhai Venerable Lord was instantly dumbfounded. Hey, hey, you can't sell out your teammate like this. What happened to a True Lord's dignity?
"Your skin is really thick," the Big Shot said, torn between laughter and tears by Xuanyuan Buqi. "Since when did family cultivators count as independent cultivators? Do you really think I've been dead for tens of thousands of years?"
"How could you possibly have fallen?" Xuanyuan Buqi answered with a placating smile. "We always thought you had gone to another domain... But honestly, family cultivators aren't much different from independent cultivators these days."
His answer skillfully avoided the important points, truly sly beyond compare. However, the Big Shot had never cared much about such trivial matters. Nitpicking was merely part of its alternate identity's persona. Thus, it asked Hanhai Venerable Lord, "What do you have to say?"
Hanhai was young and spirited in the end. His skin was not so thick, and he truly possessed some of a prodigy's pride. After considering his words, he answered, "Bamboo Gentleman Ancestral Patriarch, I was indeed disrespectful. Before coming here, I had not intended to contribute. It was merely a twist of fate..."
"I only contributed a tiny amount. One Nascent Soul Condensation Pill is already very generous... Thank you for your great reward, Ancestral Patriarch!"
In all fairness, receiving a Nascent Soul Condensation Pill for his efforts today was already an unexpected delight. After all, he had been dragged into this without any preparation, and had joined the battle only on instinct. He could truly be satisfied with this reward.
"This little fellow has some pride. Not bad, I like that," the Big Shot said with a soft laugh. "Then one Nascent Soul Condensation Pill it is."
"As for you two, what do you want? Let me make this