Inside the Black Stone Hall, several Nascent Soul cultivators sat around a massive round table of black stone, while eight or nine late Core Formation cultivators sat beyond it. They were all embroiled in a heated discussion.
Man Huzi's brows bristled as he said coldly, "I'm not staying in Blackstone City to be buried alongside you! What exactly did you idiots do to provoke even the Flood Dragon Clan? Until you explain yourselves, I won't help you defend the city!"
Beside him, Extreme Yin chimed in sinisterly, "Heh heh-your Strange Abyss Island brought this Beast Tide on itself. You can't expect us to help you for nothing."
"Fellow Daoist Man, Fellow Daoist Extreme Yin, it isn't that we refuse to tell you what happened. We ourselves are still lost in a fog. Blackstone City now stands on the brink of life and death. We implore you both to help us. We can agree to any terms." The Black-Robed Elder, his gray hair showing, spoke earnestly, his face full of helplessness.
Man Huzi crossed his arms and snorted coldly, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes without another word.
The Black-Robed Elder sighed helplessly at this, then turned to a middle-aged cultivator dressed in yellow. "Fellow Daoist Xuanji, we risked offending the Star Palace to do everything we could to supply the demon cores your Myriad Law Sect needed. Surely you won't watch us die without lifting a finger?"
Elder Xuanji of the Myriad Law Sect spoke slowly, his face utterly expressionless. "It was merely business. You did everything you could to supply us because our Myriad Law Sect offered higher prices than the Star Palace."
The Black-Robed Elder froze at his words, then flushed red.
"Ha!"
Man Huzi could not help letting out a derisive laugh.
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