Hu Yunni said reproachfully, "Senior Brother Miao!"
She could see through Miao Qingjie's little scheme.
He feared the sect would swallow up these remains and claim them as sect property.
He was impatient to refine them into his own possession, so that even if he handed them over to the sect, they would still belong to him.
Miao Qingjie burst out laughing. "Junior Sister, no matter. I can finish refining them quickly. I won't damage them!"
Hu Yunni said irritably, "Can you really do it?"
Leng Tieya stared intently at Miao Qingjie, who stood bathed in golden light with his chin raised and a grin plastered across his face. He lowered his voice. "Miss Hu, Young Master Miao seems rather off."
Hu Yunni said bitterly, "The moment they get what they want, they run wild. Most people are like that!"
She had seen too many such people—usually cautious and humble, treading on eggshells, yet once they succeeded, they became wildly arrogant.
Leng Tieya shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with these remains, is there?"
"What could be wrong with them?" Hu Yunni asked.
Leng Tieya said, "Since they possess a spirit, could they affect one's mind?"
Hu Yunni lightly furrowed her delicate brows, staring at Miao Qingjie before turning to Leng Tieya.
Leng Tieya shook his head. "I just think something is strange."
Hu Yunni said, "Senior Brother Miao was already like this. A Spirit Artifact would not alter its owner's temperament!"
Leng Tieya drifted closer to Miao Qingjie, clasped his fists, and smiled. "Congratulations, Young Master Miao. Your wish has finally been fulfilled. A cause for celebration indeed!"
"Haha..." Miao Qingjie laughed heartily, the golden light around him surging in tandem. "This time, it was all thanks to Mr. Sun. Mr. Sun, you rendered tremendous help. Rest assured, I