The atmosphere was awkward and ugly. Everyone stared imploringly at Xu Xuan, wanting to offer apologies, yet unable to bring themselves to speak.
After all, not everyone was as shameless as Gu Zhen.
Most of those present ruled over Holy Lands of their own. Accustomed to endless flattery and praise, they truly were not used to bowing and scraping before others.
"Ahem!"
Xu Xuan coughed lightly. The Primordial Saint's expression grew solemn, and he immediately fell silent.
The gathering sank into deathly silence, everyone watching Xu Xuan nervously.
At that moment, not only the fate of those present, but even the fate of the entire Primordial Dao Province rested on a single thought from Xu Xuan!
"Have you all come to offer congratulatory gifts, or to fight my Chaos Valley to the death?"
Xu Xuan spoke softly, and everyone immediately let out a long sigh of relief.
But then their faces twitched, and pangs of pain stabbed through their hearts.
Clearly, there was only one way to survive this ordeal: they would have to bleed heavily.
Both Chaos Valley and Xu Xuan himself needed a hefty infusion of nourishment!
Where would all those countless heavenly treasures come from?
Naturally, these people would willingly hand them over themselves!
"We have naturally come with the utmost sincerity to offer congratulatory gifts!"
This time, there was no need for Gu Zhen to waste his breath. The others scrambled to speak, all but wishing they could dig out their hearts and offer them to Xu Xuan.
"Your heartfelt generosity truly puts me to shame, Holy Lords!"
"Normally, Chaos Valley would not accept rewards without merit, but we have only just rebuilt, and we truly do need vast quantities of resources."
"How about this? Chaos Valley will remember your friendship. If the day comes when