Return to the Douluo World

Li Changsheng let out a long sigh, but in the end, he still accepted the sword formation.

The others looked at the sword formation in Li Changsheng's hand, envy showing on their faces. This was basically a protective talisman.

As long as Jiang Siming was still alive, who would dare touch the Li Family?

"Senior Jiang!"

The others all cupped their hands and spoke respectfully. The accomplished were teachers; Li Changsheng could address him by name, but they did not dare. After all, back then, all of them had kicked him while he was down!

"We hope you can forgive our great disrespect! Please take these spirit fruits as our filial respect to you, Senior."

Jiang Siming looked at the mountain-like pile of boxes in front of him, then waved his hand and put them all into his Soul Tool.

Only an idiot turned down free benefits. Though he had never planned to make trouble for this bunch of bastards, since they were being so sincere, why not accept?

"If there's nothing else, leave. I won't interfere in your power struggles, and I have no intention of reorganizing the Cultivation World." Jiang Siming waved his hand, directly dismissing them.

Everyone hesitated a little, their gazes gathering on Li Changsheng once more.

Li Changsheng looked at the indifferent Jiang Siming, sighed inwardly again, then stood and walked toward the door.

Seeing that even Li Changsheng had left, the others followed one after another. Only Elder Qin remained seated on the sofa, looking at Jiang Siming somewhat helplessly.

"Everyone has their own ambitions. Your choice wasn't wrong. The mistake was that you were too weak and couldn't grasp the opportunity. I won't blame you. The Qin Family will be my friend. Go."

"Siming, I'll shamelessly call you that. This old man does