"This..."
Lu Qingshan immediately hesitated.
What Zhang Xuanhe had said was indeed true.
Only recently had he truly learned just how terrifying those Sacred Lands were.
According to those old fellows, if the Emperor Pavilion had not been looming over their heads all this time, the Sacred Lands would probably have long since stretched their hands throughout the Eastern Region, leaving sects like theirs no room at all.
Taking six Ancestors along would certainly be safer.
Lu Qingshan gritted his teeth and finally nodded. "Fine!"
"But this must be done in your name!"
"What the hell!" Zhang Xuanhe was about to explode on the spot.
But before he could erupt, Li Qingfeng strode over and readily agreed.
"All right! We'll use Zhang Xuanhe's name."
With that, he patted Zhang Xuanhe on the shoulder. "As his grandmaster, I'll decide for him!"
"Uh..."
Zhang Xuanhe froze where he stood, taking a long while to recover.
"Why use my name? Why not yours?"
"Are you the grandmaster, or am I?" Li Qingfeng immediately glared at him.
"Fine, fine, you are, you are!" Zhang Xuanhe did not want to argue with him anymore.
Once he earned this money and raised his cultivation, who would be whose grandmaster remained to be seen.
Now that none of them objected, Lu Qingshan wasted no more time.
With a wave of his hand, he brought out the half-step Heaven Tier Flying Boat and leaped onto its deck.
The next instant, the Flying Boat tore through the sky and vanished beyond the horizon in the blink of an eye.
By the lake, Chun Xiaobai had sat holding his fishing rod for ages, only to catch two tiny shrimp.
He glanced down at the two little things in his bucket, not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth,