"Dao Ancestor." Wan Xiangying smiled brilliantly, already understanding his stance from his words. "Have you come to reclaim the savings in the spirit seal?"
"That's right."
Chen Xun nodded expressionlessly. They had met only once; there was no bond of life between them. "Our family has hundreds of billions of Mid-Grade Spirit Stones. Naturally, we cannot leave them uncollected. Is the Spirit Bank willing to return them?"
"Moo." Big Black Ox snorted beside him and chimed in.
Upon saying this, a trace of tension flashed through the eyes of the cultivators along the long road, and even their cupped fist salutes trembled slightly.
The Dao Ancestor had not released the slightest bit of pressure, yet that single sentence alone had frightened them all. Every word he spoke was like a hammer smashing down upon their Immortal Dao Source. They did not dare question him, nor did they dare show the slightest abnormal expression.
From the moment he appeared, their connection with Star Pivot had already been severed... As if he were the heaven and earth of this region itself, capable of changing the laws governing heaven and earth with a single thought, his might towering to the skies.
Wan Xiangying lowered her gaze, the hem of her phoenix dress already trailing across the ground.
She looked somewhat troubled and said respectfully, "Dao Ancestor... this matter is rather difficult. The imprint of your divine consciousness vanished thousands of years ago, and everything was erased. We cannot determine the exact amount."
"Miss Wan, I won't make things difficult for you. Who can make the decision in this matter?"
Chen Xun appeared calm and unruffled, as though he regarded Spirit Stones as dung. "Give me a coordinate and a name. We will find him to settle this matter. This is no small sum."