Daochen was dumbfounded. He stared at Hongjun in bewilderment.
He simply could not understand. Hongjun had already seized the opportunities from the Three Immortal Islands, so what did he mean by returning some of them now?
Are you looking down on me?
Am I the stingy sort?
Would I really quibble with you, Hongjun, over something this trivial?
Sorry, I really would...
Now that's more like it!
Daochen had already made up his mind. If Hongjun truly had the shameless gall to take everything he had obtained from the Three Immortal Islands, he would spread the word everywhere that Hongjun had stolen his opportunities.
Whatever happened, he would at least make things unpleasant for Hongjun.
But Hongjun's latest move had killed his plan before it could even take root and sprout...
After all, Hongjun had only taken a small portion and returned most of the good things to Daochen untouched.
If he still spread rumors everywhere, wouldn't people say he was deliberately smearing Hongjun?
"Penglai, Yingzhou, and Fangzhang were originally meant to serve as the foundation upon which the Eastern Prince established the Immortal Court. Now that they have fallen into your hands, heaven must have its own intentions."
"Heaven's will is difficult to fathom, and I should not interfere excessively. Though I have taken some of your opportunities today, I will naturally compensate you."
Hongjun swept his broad sleeve, and the opportunities he had taken immediately vanished from the Purple Heavens Palace.
As for where they had gone, Daochen knew without even thinking.
To the Eastern Prince, obviously.
A dazzling flash of immortal light passed, and an ancient, towering tree appeared in the Purple Heavens Palace, lush green and brimming with the rich aura of the Yi Wood Law.
The tree stood ninety-eight thousand zhang tall, its branches thick