Let Him In

Seeing the Zhou Family's ten clan elders all acknowledge the Primitive Puppet within just a few breaths, Zhou Tieyi's smile grew even brighter. He beamed at Zhou Cong.

"You've done well."

"Patriarch, it was only right."

Zhou Cong smiled and cupped his hands, unable to hide his delight.

It really was a Primitive Puppet, just like the one his Zhou Family possessed.

Zhou Tieyi turned to Chen Changming, cupped his hands, and said with a warm smile, "Fellow Daoist, your puppet is fated to be with my Zhou Family. Would you be willing to part with it?"

"I came to the Zhou Family to repair a puppet, not to sell one." Chen Changming shook his head and refused without hesitation.

Zhou Tieyi's expression darkened.

"Hmph!"

One of the clan elders sneered. "You Golden Core cultivator have no manners. Our patriarch spoke to you kindly, and yet you show him no respect!"

"This Golden Core junior refuses a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."

Another clan elder sneered.

The rest of the clan elders glared at Chen Changming like tigers eyeing their prey. In their eyes, this little Golden Core cultivator was nothing but a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"So you intend to take it by force?"

Chen Changming narrowed his eyes.

The Zhou Family members here weren't strong in his eyes. He could handle them alone.

But he didn't know the Zhou Family's full strength and couldn't be sure whether they had any high-level Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Fellow Daoist, my Zhou Family has always conducted business fairly, without cheating even children. Why would we steal your puppet?"

Zhou Tieyi spoke up suddenly. With a wave of his hand, he stopped the ten clan elders from making a move. Then he walked toward Chen Changming and smiled.