"Dao Ancestor." Wan Xiangying smiled brilliantly, having understood his stance from his words. "Have you come to reclaim the savings within the spirit imprints?"
"That's right."
Chen Xun nodded expressionlessly. They had only met once; there was no bond of life between them. "Our family has hundreds of billions of Mid-Grade Spirit Stones. Naturally, we cannot leave them uncollected. Is the Spirit Manor willing to return them?"
"Moo." Black Bull snorted beside him in agreement.
The moment those words fell, a flicker of tension flashed through the cultivators' eyes along the long road. Even their clasped-hand salutes trembled slightly.
The Dao Ancestor had not released the slightest bit of pressure, yet a single sentence had frightened them senseless. Every word he spoke seemed to crash down upon the origins of their Immortal Dao. They did not dare question him, nor did they dare show the slightest unusual expression.
The instant he appeared, their connection to the Star Pivot had already been severed... as though he himself were the heavens and earth of this place, capable of changing the laws governing all things with a single thought, his might towering into the heavens.
Wan Xiangying lowered her gaze, the hem of her phoenix gown already dragging across the ground.
Looking somewhat troubled, she said respectfully, "Dao Ancestor... this matter is rather difficult. Your Divine Sense imprint dissipated thousands of years ago, and everything was erased. We cannot determine the exact amount."
"Miss Wan, I won't make things difficult for you. Who can make the decision in this matter?"
Chen Xun looked utterly calm and detached, as though Spirit Stones were no more than dung to him. "Give us a coordinate and a name. We will find him and settle this matter ourselves. This is not a small sum."
"Dao Ancestor... the