"Greetings, Senior!" Wutan Emperor Zhao Yinlong prostrated himself on the ground.
"No need for such formality. I came today to make a deal with you!" Zhou Xun said blandly. With a flicker, he brought the Wutan Emperor into the ancestral temple.
His gaze settled on a suit of armor enshrined at the place of honor within the temple. At a glance, he recognized it as the Tianyuan Spirit Armor he had been searching for.
It was said that this armor had been worn by the founding emperor of Wu Tan when he conquered the realm. It was now worshipped within the ancestral temple.
"Senior, you jest. You saved my entire Xiao Family. If you have any requests, simply command me!" Zhao Yinlong lowered his stance to the utmost.
What a joke. Zhou Xun had raised a hand and exterminated the black-robed evil cultivator only moments ago.
Could such a figure be one of the legendary old monsters of the Core Formation Stage? Such beings lived for centuries and could crush the entire Xiao Family with one finger.
"Zhou never takes advantage of others!"
With a wave of his hand, he drew the suit of armor from its place of honor into his grasp, then said:
"This armor is fated with me. Zhou came here for it as well. State whatever you desire."
As a dignified Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, he naturally could not bring himself to seize a mortal's family heirloom.
"It is the honor of our Xiao Family that Senior has taken a liking to this item. Please take it as you wish!" Zhao Yinlong hurriedly cupped his hands.
Seeing this, Zhou Xun shook his head.
"How about this? I can offer you three choices!"
"First, I can give you a spiritual treasure. You are not yet fifty, and