Zhao Xuankang faced the ghost face in midair, his expression unchanged, and he spoke with composure.
"Hey, the fact that I visited your Xuan Xiao Dao Palace's territory was a sign of respect for you guys, and I did honestly pay with Spirit Stones. Since when did a regular transaction count as a favor?"
"For ordinary cultivators, naturally, it wouldn't count as a favor, but you are a Magic Daoist Monk. Had I made the slightest peep back then, I'm sure my Great Elder would have been more than happy to kill you, a Golden Core Demon Cultivator."
After Zhao Xuankang finished speaking, Tu Daohua fell silent.
Clearly, the Nascent Soul Great Elder of the Xuan Xiao Dao Palace was still a deterrent for him.
"Speak, what is your purpose for seeking me out."
When Zhao Xuankang heard this, he knew the matter was settled and he smiled slightly.
