Present World:
After paying his respects in every direction, Wang Quan looked at the few Golden Core Cultivators from the [Western Extremity].
These Golden Core Cultivators gritted their teeth and said, "Fellow Daoist, there are some things you really don't need to take so seriously!"
"The beings behind some of these things are terrifying."
"We can't afford to provoke them, and neither can you!"
Hearing this, Wang Quan became even more determined to send these fellows to the Polar Lands and make them cannon fodder.
These bastards had already fallen to this state, yet they still wanted to conceal things.
They really... paid no heed to his threats.
At this thought, he smiled. "Everyone, are you really not going to talk?"
One Golden Core Cultivator coughed and gritted his teeth. "All we can say is that the waters run deep in this matter."
"You can't handle it!"
Wang Quan nodded. "Mm, then let's leave it at that!"
He couldn't be bothered to argue with these fellows anymore. Since they didn't want to talk, they could keep their mouths shut for the rest of their lives.
Mm, and their next lives too.
As he thought, he waved a hand. "Go back and prepare some resources, then deliver them to the [Drowning Water] Lower Court at these coordinates."
As he spoke, he gave these Golden Cores a set of coordinates.
The Golden Cores all nodded, committing the coordinates to memory.
One Golden Core suddenly spoke up. "Fellow Daoist, when will you lift the conscription?"
Wang Quan smiled. "Naturally, once you've delivered the resources."
"The more resources you deliver, and the faster you deliver them, the more efficiently I'll lift the conscription."
The Golden Cores were overjoyed.
It was only some resources.
To them, that really wasn't much.
As long as they didn't