"Go." The child's indifferent voice drifted from the island.
Ji Long froze upon hearing this.
Why was Hua Xin's tone so flat? Could there be some problem?
It was naturally perceptive, and after silently bowing, it departed, not daring to prattle on any further.
Yet even on the way back, it remained utterly baffled, unable to understand what it had done wrong.
And a hundred years later.
It finally learned the answer.
Heavenly Frontier.
Ji Long went to the Eternal Immortal Frontier, where the Wild Clan was "settling accounts."
Though it had grown somewhat carried away in recent years, its tone remained polite. "Fellow cultivator Kuang Xi, this matter is exceedingly urgent. I wonder how many immortal veins your clan has gathered in the Heavenly Frontier over the years? With an Immortal Venerable watching over you from above, your clan's mining operations must have proceeded smoothly all the way."
Its words were rather tactful.
In truth, it simply wanted the Mining Clan to hand over more goods so it could return and claim credit.
"Dharma King, what immortal veins?" Kuang Xi's eyes suddenly narrowed. "Our clan only said we would take on the job and were willing to mine. When did we ever say we would hand anything over to you, fellow cultivator? Could it be that this vast Heavenly Frontier has become that Immortal Venerable's Dao field?"
"Fellow cultivator... what do you mean by this?" Ji Long's heart trembled, and its expression turned faintly cold.
"This vein was mined by our clan, so it naturally belongs to our clan." Kuang Xi spoke leisurely. "As for all else, there is no need to trouble you with concern."
"You won't give it?!"
"Give what...? Does our clan owe you anything?"
"Impudence!"
Rumble...!
The atmosphere abruptly solidified at freezing point. Earth-shattering