Just as Qian Wuhen was fantasizing about eating feast, Bai Xinghan's eyes revealed deep emotion.
Especially after seeing those young masters and misses, perhaps the Kongtong artifact that the three of them sought for a thousand years was merely someone else's cultivation resource for a single day.
It would have been a lie to say that a surge of inferiority had not risen in his heart, but as the sect's senior brother, he naturally had to take good care of Foolish Eagle and his junior brother. He could not show weakness before outsiders.
Bai Xinghan had never truly been greedy for wealth. It was simply that this great age of cultivation required spirit stones everywhere; without spirit stones, they would have to endure with their lifespans. Naturally, he had to make plans for the future of the three of them in their sect.
After all, they had only regarded the Leaving Dust Immortal Palace as a window through which to understand this great age of cultivation. They had never intended to remain in the Immortal Hall forever.
Boom!
Suddenly, the Leaving Dust Immortal Palace burst forth with ten thousand zhang of rosy light, as one astonishing Phenomenon after another manifested in the world—dragons soaring and phoenixes dancing...!
"Holy shit?!" Bai Xinghan let out a cry, finally remembering what he had come here for. "Junior brother, quickly protect Wan Gongzi's generous gift."
Qian Wuhen's heart churned like rivers and seas. He had no idea who would dare show his own hall master such disrespect. Were they here to provoke them?!
Yet the spiritual power in his body was no slower. Together with Bai Xinghan, he guarded the hall master's son-in-law's generous gift with all his might. Otherwise, he feared they would be leaving this place lying down today.
Hum...
A humming