"What do you want in exchange for this pill?"
Liu Zhengyang looked at the ninth-grade pill, then turned to Mo Shang and asked again.
"Uh, I haven't decided yet. If nothing else works, I'll trade it for contribution points..."
Mo Shang did not particularly need anything urgently. He had taken out the pill simply because keeping it on him was useless.
With his current cultivation, even licking a ninth-grade pill would make him explode on the spot. He might as well hand it over to Falling Cloud Sect. After all, a sect as benevolent as this was a rare sight...
"A ninth-grade pill for contribution points? Let me do the math..." Liu Zhengyang's face took on a thoughtful look at those words.
"Sect Master, don't bother calculating. Forget ninth-grade—selling the entire sect probably wouldn't be enough to buy even a single eighth-grade pill..." Sword Thirteen said with a smiling face from the side.
"Then what's there to say?"
Hearing this, Liu Zhengyang gave up calculating and looked at Mo Shang again. "How about I give you the sect?"
"That really won't be necessary. I'm still just a disciple. Why do I get the feeling that Sect Master, you just want to slack off?"
Mo Shang's mouth twitched. Judging by the situation, if he so much as said yes, the man would probably abdicate and yield the position immediately.
Exchanging the pill was fake—Mo Shang felt that the other man's real goal was slacking off. Everyone else fought tooth and nail for the sect master's throne, yet this fellow was ready to hand it over at any moment...
"Ahem, how could that be? Nothing of the sort..."
At those words, Liu Zhengyang gave a light cough, his gaze drifting as he waved a hand slightly before changing the subject.
"This ninth-grade