Daoist Master Yuan blew his beard and glared, while the Old Beggar sniped sarcastically from the side. One had already glimpsed the wonders of Profound Insight, while the other was an immortal with True Immortal cultivation. Yet the composure cultivated over a thousand years proved useless as they jabbed at each other with their words.
Daoist Master Yuan was genuinely angry. A treasure as peerless under heaven as the Immortal Binding Rope had been in his junior brother's hands for so long—what harm was there in letting him play with it?
And when the Old Beggar turned sarcastic, he was truly eloquent. Every word implied that Ji Yuan had lent it to him, not to Daoist Master Yuan. He could hide it if he wished, show it off if he wished—what business did the headmaster of the Qianyuan Sect have meddling in the affairs of this Old Beggar and Mister Ji?
Even so, this scene should have been brimming with violent, explosive tension. Yet in the hearts of Daoist Master Yuan and the Old Beggar, there was clearly a wistful sense of returning to the past. Back then, the two senior and junior brothers had often bickered like this.
After arguing for a while, Daoist Master Yuan suddenly asked a question.
"Since Mister Ji lent you the Immortal Binding Rope, he could not possibly have taken it back without reason. Did something happen?"
The Old Beggar considered for a moment before replying in a deep voice.
"Originally, Mister Ji had someone bring this Immortal Binding Rope to me, hoping I could use it amid the turmoil in Tianyuzhou. Now, he must have encountered some situation where he needs it, or perhaps..."
The Old Beggar did not continue, and Daoist Master Yuan beside him did not press the matter. At their