Well, damn. Aren't you fucking reasonable.
Zhen Yuanzi grumbled inwardly, yet the corners of his mouth twitched despite himself.
Reasonable?
He had forced a Sage of the Buddhist School to lose all face and hand over its supreme treasure, then dragged my Ginseng Fruit Tree into the game as a pawn.
That was being reasonable?
Then there probably wasn't an unreasonable soul in all of Primordial World Heaven and Earth.
But grumbling was one thing; Zhen Yuanzi never actually voiced those words.
It was not that he feared offending Gu Changqing. Rather, he knew full well that no one could fathom the Wine Sword Immortal's thoughts anymore.
Who knew whether today's arrangements had been deliberate, or merely a drunken whim of that drunkard's?
After all, with Gu Changqing's cultivation and standing, he could do whatever he pleased without explaining himself to anyone.
If he called it being reasonable, then reasonable it was.
You disagree?
Then down a gourd of wine yourself and try forcing a Sage of the Buddhist School to surrender a supreme treasure.
At that thought, most of Zhen Yuanzi's inward grumbling dissipated.
Ultimately, none of that mattered.
What mattered was the result.
And the result now was an enormous boon for his Wuzhuang Temple.
With that realization, Zhen Yuanzi stopped dwelling on it. He straightened his Daoist robe at once and cupped his hands in a bow toward the swaying figure opposite him, his expression solemn and his tone earnest.
"Thank you for lending a righteous hand today, Fellow Daoist Changqing."
"I shall remember this kindness in my heart. Should you ever need anything, I will not refuse."
Those words were utterly sincere.
What sort of figure was Zhen Yuanzi?
An Ancient Mighty Expert at the peak quasi-saint realm, the Ancestor of Earth Immortals, and ruler of