Chen Yiling was so starteled she started to panic. She wanted to activate the spiritual sword that had entered her body, but she was not strong enough and could not take it out.
She could only say out helplessly, "Thank you, Senior."
"Sword Emperor Gale, you're really shameless. We've painstakingly found the spirit sword and you want to keep it for your disciple just like that?"
The brocade-robed old man's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He was really out of luck today. Even the duck that was about to enter his mouth flew into someone else's pot. He was about to die of depression from the many losses he had encountered today.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, you're so rich that your wealth is comparable to that of a country. You also termed yourself the Perfected Lord of Treasures. Since you're full of treasures and don't lack such a spiritual sword, why fight with a junior?"
Sword Emperor Gale chuckled.
"How dare you rebut so shamelessly!"
