The Primordial Violet Qi drifted and sank like a snowflake, floating toward Hong Yun.
At that moment, watching the Primordial Violet Qi draw closer and closer, Hong Yun stared blankly, as if he couldn't believe his luck could be so good.
This was the foundation of sainthood!
"Something's wrong..."
Hong Yun suddenly snapped awake, clarity returning to his eyes. He remembered what Ling Xiao had told him.
"Don't fight, don't snatch, don't take..."
"Being fast doesn't guarantee victory. Success means not taking a fall."
Wasn't the scene before him exactly what Daoist friend Ling Xiao had described?
What's more, Hong Yun noticed that as the Primordial Violet Qi drifted toward him, countless murderous gazes were fixed on him.
He felt as if needles were pricking his back!
"I can't take this Violet Qi!"
Hong Yun's heart tightened, and he immediately made up his mind. If he took it, who knew how many mighty figures would hold a grudge against him?
With that thought, Hong Yun raised his hand and sent out a wisp of clear qi, pretending it was an accident as he nudged the Primordial Violet Qi aside.
It drifted toward Kunpeng's head.
Hong Yun looked down with satisfaction, thinking of how Kunpeng had lost his cushion because he had given up his seat back then.
"I'll use this strand of Primordial Violet Qi to make it up to Daoist friend Kunpeng."
That was what Hong Yun thought. A gentle smile spread across his face, making his plump, pale figure look just like a wealthy old man.
The mighty figures stared blankly. They watched as the Primordial Violet Qi changed direction and drifted toward Kunpeng. The murderous intent in their eyes shifted from Hong Yun to Kunpeng.
But Kunpeng didn't care. His whole body trembled with excitement, his scalp