Over these past days, the golden-robed man had not failed to hear the envious, jealous, hate-filled looks and sour remarks from his other competitors. He had simply treated them all as wind passing by his ears.
The bestowed benefits were already in his hands. No matter how jealous they were, he did not care about the gossip of those clansmen.
The Kunpeng were an ancient race.
There were many brothers and clansmen in every generation.
Yet not everyone could assume the position of young lord.
Thus, the competition here was just as fierce as the struggles between cultivators in the outside world over cultivation resources and treasures.
The senior brother smiled faintly upon hearing this. "Oh? Then congratulations to Your Highness, the Young Lord. I imagine the day you open your meridians and establish your sea is not far off."
The junior brother finally pulled his thoughts away from the treasure fruits.
After hearing the explanation and learning that these two divine treasure fruits had come from Kunpeng Ancestor, he no longer found it strange.
Kunpeng Ancestor's cultivation was unfathomably profound, but he rarely ventured outside year-round.
The cultivators outside knew little about this great being.
Yet now, it seemed this truly was Kunpeng Palace, which had accumulated its heritage from ancient times until today.
It could casually bestow even treasure fruits fit for a banquet held by ancient heavenly gods and True Immortals. Such foundations were truly enough to make one endlessly envious.
Fortunately, they were not enemies of this young lord. At present, they were partners.
As for how could that ancestor-level figure of Kunpeng Palace possibly be unaware of their arrival?
Yet the thoughts and calculations of great experts were such that ordinary cultivators could hardly stand at that level and glimpse more of the heavenly secrets