Bowing his head a little to a filthy rich bastard like Emperor Jingtai, who truly had formidable strength, immense influence, and terrifyingly deep pockets, was called knowing which way the wind blew.
But who did Xiao Canglan think he was?
The intelligence Tie Qingyao had just delivered had already uncovered most of this Spirit Venerable's background.
When this man had attempted to break through to Spirit Transformation back then, Wu Gui had pressed him so hard that he had run out of time. In the end, he had barely crossed that threshold by drawing on the Power of Fortune Power of Laws accumulated over more than a thousand years by the Lingnan, Southeast, and Northeast circuits.
Although this method had allowed him to successfully nurture a Primordial Spirit, it had left countless hidden problems behind. Moreover, after cultivating all this time, he still did not have a single true Spirit Treasure, only a few Half-Spirit Treasures to keep up appearances.
Over a hundred years ago, when Qing Chen lacked strength, he would indeed have avoided a head-on clash if Xiao Canglan had demanded that he bow his head.
But now?
He had killed Black Fox King and had just obtained the Timeless Scripture.
And at a time like this, they wanted him to pour wine and apologize to Xiao Canglan?
Me, avoid his cutting edge?
To hell with his fucking cutting edge!
Qing Chen suddenly smiled. "Your Highness is willing to put up five Supreme-Grade Spirit Stones on my behalf. I appreciate the gesture." He had no intention of falling out with these two right now.
He cupped his hands toward the Eighth Prince. "I have always respected Elder Spirit Venerable Hu's standing as well. Whatever the outcome today, it will have nothing to do with Your Highness or Elder