As Daochen slowly emerged from the shadowy corner, Jieyin's and Zhunti's pupils abruptly contracted.
How had they run into this harbinger of disaster here?
In the entire Primordial World, apart from the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the person Jieyin and Zhunti least wanted to face was Daochen.
He was overbearing and arrogant, and there was simply no reasoning with the way he acted.
With anyone else, they could at least use their status as a Sage's disciples to intimidate them.
But Daochen never fell for that. He had even beaten the Three Pure Ones, who were Entry Disciples, so what chance did the two of them have as mere Registered Disciples?
"To think we would encounter you here, fellow Daoist. What a fated meeting."
Jieyin forced a smile onto his aged face as he spoke to Daochen.
"Have you also come for the Heavenly Court's Fortune Dragon, fellow Daoist?"
Zhunti also asked with a smile.
But anyone who saw their smiles could tell how strained they were.
"What a question, junior brother. Naturally, our fellow Daoist is here for the Fortune Dragon. Since fate has brought us together today, why don't the three of us divide this Fortune Dragon equally?"
Before Daochen could speak, Jieyin immediately made his proposal.
"Equally?"
Daochen laughed at that.
Jieyin really knew how to work his abacus!
Although Jieyin's proposal sounded fair, dividing the Fortune Dragon into three portions, one for each of them...
One must not forget that Jieyin and Zhunti were on the same side. That way, Daochen would receive only a third, while the Western Land would take two-thirds.
Never mind Daochen refusing-even the Three Pure Ones would never have agreed had they been here!
Why should people from the Western Land take two-thirds of the eastern lands' Fortune Dragon?
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