How Could It Be You Again?!

How could it be you again?!

"Master, you're too kind!"

After a moment of silence, Wang Ping chuckled lightly and said directly, "I am Kun Yun. Having just arrived, how could I compete with all of you fellow Daoists for the Dao Ground's Spirit Treasures?"

"Besides, these Spirit Treasures are usually used by all of you, and you have long since developed perfect coordination with them. Even if I took them, I doubt I could use them better. I'd only make a fool of myself, so I'll sit this one out. Fellow Daoists, please don't take offense. I'm willing to listen in on the profound discourse of the Nonaction Unchanging Dao Ground."

As soon as Wang Ping said this, the atmosphere at the scene eased considerably.

The group of Breath-Consuming Cultivators had originally harbored quite a bit of hostility toward him after he appeared as a competitor. Seeing Wang Ping take the initiative to withdraw, their expressions became much more agreeable.

Besides, Wang Ping's words had been quite pleasant to hear.

However, Yi Xuangong merely raised his brows almost imperceptibly. Outside the pavilion, the shadows in a certain corner also stirred faintly.

"He doesn't want any Spirit Treasures?"

Even to Qi Refiners, Spirit Treasures were exceedingly precious.

According to his calculations, a Qi Refiner who had just broken through, like Kun Yun, might not even possess a Spirit Treasure. And even if he did, it might not suit him.

With the abilities of Immortal Sect Qi Refiners, it was impossible for them to lose in either discourse or spell combat. As long as he participated, he would certainly obtain a Spirit Treasure suited to him—unless he was not Kun Yun at all, and did not cultivate Heavenly Yang Wood. Perhaps he was afraid that fighting would expose him, so he