Moreover, he didn't feel at all that the attitude of these three "uncles" matched that of someone asking for help.
With this thought,
a trace of an indescribable smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Jing's face.
"I'm afraid I've disappointed the three uncles. I do not possess any Dao fruits. You might as well look elsewhere."
As soon as these words were spoken,
the three overwhelming presences that filled the hall suddenly came to a halt.
"The uncles are advanced in years and cannot take a joke," Dong Ming, the Earth Immortal, said with an embarrassed smile. "If my nephew is unsatisfied with the terms I offered earlier, you may suggest your own, as long as the Dao fruit is relinquished, everything is negotiable."
"Sorry, uncle,"
There was a hint of apology in Zhang Jing's tone.
"Really don't have it?"
"Really don't have it!"
