It was as if to buy oneself a "ticket".
And such a "ticket", even for Shangqingguan and Western Tuo Mountain with the support of their divine ancestors, each purchasing one would require them to grit their teeth.
The fact that Sword Disciple Mountain sent three representatives at once, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they had spent a small fortune.
Chances are, the Ancestors of Sword Disciple Mountain had spent half of what they had earned in the three hundred years after their ascension.
"Hand over the money, Junior Brother Tan! I can make the decision to let your soul suffer torment for just a hundred years!" Seeing that the young Daoist and the monk did not speak again, one of the three ancestors from Sword Disciple Mountain, the woman, glanced at Tan Shuchang with indifferent eyes, then commanded as if giving an order.
"My fellow Daoists are indeed alike!"
At this moment, Tan Shuchang couldn't help but express the same sentiment as An Yunxin.
