Zhao Wuji now looked exactly like a nouveau riche, casually offering ten drops of Great Emperor's Blood Essence and directly stunning the three senior elders of the Yang Family.
Even Zhao Changge stood there dumbfounded.
When had Zhao Wuji become so rich?
Could it be Xiao Yun's? Was Xiao Yun really this generous? Damn, now I want to become Xiao Yun's follower too. Too bad he definitely isn't accepting followers anymore. Sigh, feels like I missed out on a fortune.
"Ahem!"
Yang Eldest Brother gave a dry cough and quickly came back to his senses. Looking at the calm-faced Zhao Wuji across from him, his breathing grew a little ragged. Suppressing the ache in his heart, he gritted his teeth and refused, "No. We absolutely cannot become sinners of the Yang Family. Our ancestors must not be humiliated."
"Big Brother is right. How can we sell out our ancestors for a little benefit? That would be far too unfilial." Yang Second Brother snorted coldly.
Yang Third Brother also spoke, "As the saying goes, riches cannot seduce us, might cannot bend us. We are peak Great Saints—how could we sell out our ancestors for a mere few drops of Great Emperor's Blood Essence? What a joke!"
The three senior elders of the Yang Family once again rejected Zhao Wuji's terms.
Zhao Wuji frowned. For a moment, he actually admired the three senior elders of the Yang Family, because if it were him, he would probably have sold out his ancestors by now.
They were just a bunch of dead people anyway. Even if they were still alive in the Underworld, they probably would not care about a pile of bones. Better to trade them for ten drops of Great Emperor's Blood Essence.
*Sigh, these three senior elders of the Yang Family