Qin Zigu did not actually feel much hatred over Yu Cheng's death.
What he truly resented was that this bastard Qing Chen had the guts to cultivate the "Brahma Demon-Refining Art"!
He himself lacked that courage.
What made him feel even more aggrieved was that he had clearly tipped off Senior Brother Mo in secret, passing along plenty of information about Qing Chen.
Why was this brat still alive and kicking, his cultivation advancing even further instead?
By rights, he should have met an "accidental" death on some mission long ago!
As for himself, he had cultivated bitterly for years and poured in untold effort, only to barely claw his way to the sixth layer of Qi Refining. How could jealousy not rise in his heart?
"Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother Qin." Faced with his barbed remarks, Qing Chen showed neither joy nor anger. "Someday, I will certainly prepare a generous gift to repay you."
He shifted the subject. "You must take good care of yourself, Senior Brother Qin. Don't leave my generous gift with nowhere to go. It's just a pity that Senior Brother Yu Cheng had so little fortune and became a cripple. Otherwise, the two of you could have kept each other company on the road."
At this, a trace of genuine regret rose in Qing Chen's heart.
Had he obtained the White Bone Demon Mara Banner earlier, all the "materials" in Yu Cheng's body would not have gone to waste. Perhaps he could have put every part to good use.
Even though his Sea of Qi had been destroyed and his spiritual power had begun to dissipate, his flesh, soul, and entire skeleton would have made just the right food for the treasure.
At these words, Qin Zigu's expression instantly darkened, but he soon