Deep within the stone chamber, a drop of spring water fell from a crack in the rock.
Looking at this towering pillar of the Northern Border before him, Qing Chen finally understood why the man had traveled tens of millions of miles to see him in person.
The Five Hells Coiling Dragon Staff probably also reflected the wishes of the powerful figures in the Immortal Dynasty's Central Authority.
Heh.
No wonder Iron Duke, my in-law, arrived so promptly.
He had slain the Black Fox King, pulling out a nail that had been embedded in the northwest for years on the Immortal Dynasty's behalf, yet those people in the Central Authority had previously rewarded his merit with nothing but a few scraps. He had not seen so much as a shadow of anything that could truly help him reach Spirit Transformation.
Now that circumstances had changed and they needed him, the Demon Lotus Holy Son, again, they presumably feared he would refuse to acknowledge a mere palace attendant sent by the Directorate of Ceremonial.
So they sent Tie Hengjiang ahead first? That way, things wouldn't turn sour after just a few words.
The more Qing Chen thought about it, the more likely this seemed.
Looking again at Tie Hengjiang's air of insisting that no one but he would do, the faint trace of goodwill that had just risen in his heart immediately died out.
That old bastard!
He had arrived and immediately taken away the Primordial Magnetism Cauldron, putting on quite the grand airs; then he had produced a Five Hells Coiling Dragon Staff, only to turn around and leave Qing Chen owing him a Low-Grade Spirit Crystal.
Who knows whether he actually traded away the Black Fox King's Half-Spirit Treasure?
Qing Chen sneered inwardly.
*Why not simply build a temple