Seeing Xu Tong's expression, which all but said, "If you don't give it to me, this isn't over," Hongjun finally gave in.
"Very well, Fellow Daoist Tongtian. I will take care of that shortly. Today, however, there is another matter. I would like to borrow one more..."
As he spoke, Hongjun prepared to bring up the Red Embroidered Ball.
But before Hongjun could say anything, Xu Tong waved a hand and cut him off.
"No, no, no, Dao Ancestor. I'm not interested in anything else right now."
"Besides, you still haven't returned the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil you borrowed from me. What if you borrow another treasure and it never comes back either? I only have these few treasures. If I lose them all, how am I supposed to keep my footing in the Primordial World?"
Xu Tong looked utterly forlorn.
Seeing that look on Xu Tong's face, Hongjun wanted nothing more than to slap his Daoist boot straight into it.
Keep your footing in the Primordial World? Have you even left your own cultivation grounds all these years?
But saying that would do no good. Xu Tong simply refused to yield to either persuasion or force.
To ensure the Heavenly Marriage proceeded as planned, Hongjun gritted his teeth and asked.
"Then what do you suggest we do?"
The moment he heard that, Xu Tong put away his aggrieved expression.
Watching how quickly Xu Tong's face changed, Hongjun felt the corner of his eye twitch.
Sure enough, that bastard had been putting on an act all along.
An ominous feeling suddenly rose in Hongjun's heart.
Is this fellow going to fleece me again?
Xu Tong smiled and said.
"To tell you the truth, I've run into a little trouble comprehending the Great Dao. For some reason, I can't make any