Moreover, Qiankun Daoist possessed an exceptionally strong state of mind and rarely let his emotions show. What was wrong with him today?
"Go back. You've got the wrong person." Qiankun Daoist turned, intending to return to the Qiankun World.
"Stop!"
Yellow Springs Holy Ancestor shouted lowly. The starry sky instantly erupted with a boom, heaven and earth overturned, and the space around Qiankun Daoist was sealed off in an instant, blocking his path.
"What more does Sacred Ancestor want? This old Daoist said he didn't take it, so he didn't take it!"
Qiankun Daoist turned back to look at Yellow Springs Holy Ancestor. "Instead, this old Daoist would like to ask you: why did the Qiankun Flute, which was entrusted to you, disappear?"
"Could it be that you robbed a black market dealer?"
Robbing a black market dealer?
Yellow Springs Holy Ancestor was speechless. Did he have that much free time?
He was at a crucial moment in comprehending the Dao, on the verge of advancing his cultivation by another step. Yet something like this happened every time to interrupt him. It was utterly disgusting.
"With my cultivation, would I covet a Qiankun Flute? Since you didn't take the Qiankun Flute, then return this seat's other treasures," Yellow Springs Holy Ancestor said.
"If you want your things, bring the Qiankun Flute and exchange it for them. That was the agreement between us."
Qiankun Daoist had been worrying over how to remove this black pot from his head. Wasn't this an opportunity delivered right to his doorstep? As for Yellow Springs Holy Ancestor's treasures, who knew what ghost had taken them?
Though he would lose a Qiankun Flute, there was no helping it.
However, he would also seek out the culprit, because his Cosmos Ruler had been stolen too. It was