Lin Changqing's voice was quiet, yet his words landed like a stone striking still water.
Every cultivator on and below the city wall held their breath.
Their eyes darted between Lin Changqing and the two Qilin Ancestors in the air.
They scarcely dared to breathe.
"Did Qingwu Heavenly Lord just... refuse them outright?"
"All those Heavenly Treasures, and he turned them down just like that?"
"That's one hell of a spine..."
"They're two Profound Immortal Qilin! Is he really not afraid at all?"
"We're done for. The Golden Qilin Holy Court will probably turn hostile now."
"Let them! Didn't you hear Senior Qingwu? However many come, he'll kill them all!"
"Exactly! That's the spirit a peak True Immortal of our human race should have!"
"Keep your voice down! Don't draw those people up there down here!"
The cultivators whispered among themselves, their faces tense yet excited.
Some were afraid, but even more felt a surge of satisfaction.
Meanwhile, hidden in a side hall, Immortal Lord Cangmo was watching everything atop the wall with perfect clarity through his divine sense.
His face betrayed little emotion.
But several thoughts had already churned through his mind.
So that's how it is.
These Qilin aren't being polite because they've changed their nature. It's because that Qilin is far too important to the Golden Qilin Holy Court.
With that Qilin's bloodline, if they bring it back and nurture it properly, it'll reach at least the peak Profound Immortal stage someday.
If it then produces offspring and passes on its bloodline, the entire Golden Qilin Holy Court will rise another level.
That's why they're willing to lower themselves instead of simply seizing it by force as they usually would.
Immortal Lord Cangmo shook his head slightly.
*But the more they behave like this, the clearer it