"Fellow Daoist Gou Jun, that was not what you said in front of Fellow Daoist Hong Yi. Back then, you kept insisting that this journey had no particular objective," Xue Cong said with a smile.
"That was merely a casual remark. Why must you take it to heart, Fellow Daoist?" Song Wen said.
At that moment, the Mystic Firmament Sect woman cultivator beside them interjected.
"Since you say you had 'not much to show for it,' then you must have gained something. How much Pure Origin Heavenly Dew did you obtain, Fellow Daoist?"
Song Wen's eyes shifted to the woman cultivator. Instead of answering, he asked, "I have yet to ask for Fellow Daoist's honored name."
"Leng Zhi of the Mystic Firmament Sect," the woman cultivator replied.
"So it is Fellow Daoist Leng Zhi. I have long heard of you," Song Wen said politely, then turned to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion male cultivator. "And how should I address you, sir?"
"Heng Ziping." The male cultivator countered, "Fellow Daoist Gou Jun, you have yet to answer Fellow Daoist Leng Zhi's question."
"To my shame, I have obtained only a single drop of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew thus far. I wonder how the three of you have fared?" Song Wen said.
"Only one drop?" Heng Ziping sized Song Wen up and down, his gaze carrying a trace of suspicion.
Leng Zhi merely glanced at Song Wen and gave no further response. It was as though she either disdained that mere drop of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew or could not be bothered to waste words on Song Wen.
Only Xue Cong spoke. "Fellow Daoist Gou Jun, obtaining even one drop of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew is already an immense stroke of fortune. I have not obtained a single drop."
"Oh, is that