Just as Qian Wuhen was fantasizing about feasting at a banquet, Bai Xinghan's eyes filled with deep sighs.
Especially after seeing those young masters and young ladies of noble birth, perhaps the Kongtong artifacts his little family of three might pursue for a thousand years were merely a single day's cultivation resources for others.
It would have been a lie to say that a sense of inferiority had not surged up in his heart, but as the sect's senior brother, he naturally had to take good care of Silly Eagle and his junior brother. He could not show weakness before outsiders.
Bai Xinghan had never truly been greedy for wealth. But in this Immortal Cultivation Great World, Spirit Stones were needed everywhere. Without Spirit Stones, one had to endure through the years with one's lifespan. Naturally, he had to make plans for the future of their little sect family of three.
After all, Leaving Dust Immortal Hall was merely a window through which they could learn about this Immortal Cultivation Great World. They had never intended to remain in the Immortal Hall forever.
Boom!
Suddenly, Leaving Dust Immortal Hall erupted with ten thousand zhang of rosy light, and one earth-shaking phenomenon after another manifested before the world—dragons soaring and phoenixes dancing...!
"What the fuck?!" Bai Xinghan cried out, finally remembering what he had come here for. "Junior Brother, quickly protect Young Master Wan's generous gift!"
Qian Wuhen's heart churned like rivers and seas. Who dared to give their hall master so little face? Was this a show of provocation?!
Yet the spiritual power within him was no slower. Together with Bai Xinghan, he desperately guarded the hall master's son-in-law's lavish gift. Otherwise, he feared they would have to leave this place lying down today.
Buzz...
A low hum slowly resounded