The Gu Tribe elder still clutched the little wine his Gu Insects had saved, and had thought he had come out ahead.
Now, seeing Qing Chen behave this way, he froze on the spot.
Only one thought kept turning over in his mind: Could anyone in this world really be this shameless?
Then a gleam lit his eyes. This brat is something else! After all these years, my skin is still too thin. Today has truly opened my eyes.
Anyone who passes up a treasure is a bastard. How have I never grasped such a simple truth?
Qing Chen shut the Spirit-Sealing Box tightly, then patted its lid twice, his face brimming with satisfaction.
Only then did he raise his head, meeting Qing Sanxiao's elderly face, angry and anxious yet unable to vent, and speak with utter solemnity:
"Please don't blame me, Elder Qing. As Sect Leader, I have no use for this wine just yet, so I'll keep it for everyone for now. We can use it together later."
He spoke with such righteous confidence and high-sounding propriety that anyone who knew no better would have thought he was safeguarding Qing Sanxiao's belongings for him.
His tone and manner made it seem as though he had suffered a loss and shouldered someone else's burden.
At these words, Qing Sanxiao clenched his fingers until his joints cracked and every knuckle turned white.
The composure he had cultivated over a thousand years nearly shattered in that instant-You poured away more than half my bottle, and now you say we'll "use it together"?
Whose will we use then, yours or mine?
You won't bear to use yours, and you've poured all of mine away. How can you even say that?
More importantly, it was mine to begin with!
But he was, after