"Whatever! You old fossil, it's one thing to take something, but another to be able to keep it."
"If I, Old Drunkard, am not mistaken, this Longevity Pearl cannot possibly be refined in less than eighty or a hundred years!"
"Heh heh, you dare target me, Old Drunkard? Then for the coming years, you'd better pray you can truly find somewhere I, Old Drunkard, cannot find you!"
"The Cultivation World may be vast, but after roaming so many starfields, I, Old Drunkard, am no pushover!"
Old Drunkard's eyes widened in fury as his enraged voice rang out.
By the end of his words, it was as though a thunderclap had suddenly exploded across the venue.
His words made quite a few cultivators present furrow their brows deeply.
Some Tribulation Crossing stage cultivators whose thoughts had still been stirring also slowly closed their eyes after a brief silence, no longer looking at the Longevity Pearl above that radiated such an enticing aura.
A Longevity Pearl capable of extending one's life by a thousand years held tremendous allure for Tribulation Crossing stage beings.
But if obtaining this treasure meant being targeted by one—or even two—Tribulation Crossing stage beings nearing the end of their lifespan, that was hardly a good thing.
No matter how transcendent and detached cultivators might be, human nature still remained within them.
Even ants clung to life.
If there was no hope, then so be it.
But when one was nearing the end of one's lifespan, only for a hope of survival to suddenly appear—
It was difficult to imagine what these two Tribulation Crossing stage beings might do in order to live.
Especially since, whether it was Old Drunkard or the goateed man, both were renowned figures among Tribulation Crossing stage cultivators.
At the very least, eight or