"No wonder. They were playing off each other because they're after my Great Dao Pills!"
Lu Ren sneered inwardly, then cupped his hands. "I've kept the Great Dao Pills safe. Thank you for the reminder, Lord Zhao Tong!"
At his words, the guards around them stared at Lu Ren in astonishment.
Was this newcomer truly stupid, or was he pretending?
How could he miss a hint as obvious as Lord Zhao Tong's?
A sharp glint flashed in Zhao Tong's eyes. "Lu Ren, do you understand that I decide what you can and cannot do? One order from me, and you won't be able to do a thing!"
Lu Ren knew perfectly well that Zhao Tong was threatening him, but he deliberately replied, "Lord Zhao Tong, the young manor lord told me to serve under Lady Su Jiyuan. She's in seclusion right now and told me I don't need to do anything!"
"You..."
Zhao Tong glared at Lu Ren, then waved a hand. "Enough. You're dismissed!"
"Yes!"
Lu Ren nodded, turned, and left.
Zhao Tong stood in the middle of the square, his face livid.
"Hahahaha!"
"Zhao Tong, we won the bet. Another brat who can't read the room!"
"Ten thousand Origin Dao Stones each. Pay up!"
The five middle-aged men of the Second Realm of Dao Severance burst out laughing.
Whenever a newcomer joined Heaven-Prison Manor, they bet on whether that person would offer Zhao Tong a gift without being asked.
If someone had earned their place in Heaven-Prison Manor through their own strength and was too proud to hand over Great Dao Pills, that was one thing.
But Lu Ren had joined only because he had saved Su Jiyuan. How dare he refuse to offer up resources?
"Hmph. Lu Ren is asking for death!" Zhao Tong said coldly.