The process of exchanging for the Zhao Wuji-brand golden lamp went very smoothly, which let Xiao Yun breathe a sigh of relief. But he also knew it was because of Heavenly Venerable Lingbao's standing. Otherwise, Zhunti would never have been so easy to deal with.
Saints did not lack three trashy connate spiritual treasures.
If he had not feared Heavenly Venerable Lingbao, Zhunti would never have agreed to the trade so readily.
"Old Zhao, Old Zhao, in the end, you still have to rely on me to save your life. How do you think you should repay me?" Xiao Yun transmitted with a laugh.
Inside the golden lamp, Zhao Wuji roared, "Why the hell are you spouting all this nonsense? Let me out already! I'm practically being burned to death."
"It's fine. A Saint set up a seal, so even if you burn for a hundred million years, you won't burn to death." Xiao Yun smiled.
"Fuck, doesn't it hurt?" Zhao Wuji snapped.
"I didn't hear you screaming or wailing before. I thought it wasn't that painful." Xiao Yun said.
Zhao Wuji said furiously, "Would I not lose face if I screamed in front of those two bald bastards? How about I burn your soul and see whether it hurts!"
"Don't forget, you're bald now too. No, all the hair on your body has been burned away." Xiao Yun teased.
"You bastard, you're still standing there enjoying the show. Let me out!" Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth in fury.
"No. Zhunti is one of the top old schemers in the Primordial World. He must have planted some method in your soul. If I let you out now, he'll definitely discover it." Xiao Yun shook his head.
Hearing this, Zhao Wuji calmed down. Then, baring his teeth in pain, he asked,