"Alright!"
Murong Xi gave an awkward smile, looking at the dozens of Profound Realm cultivators around, not knowing what to say.
At this moment, Wenping’s gaze landed on the farthest tent.
"Leaving just like that?"
Chief Jin’s escape came to an abrupt halt, slowly walking out from behind the tent, hurriedly explaining, "Gentlemen, I’m just passing by."
Wenping gave a faint smile and immediately ordered his system to open Jin’s brief information.
Upon seeing it, he was stunned for a moment.
He’s actually a Divine Profound Middle Realm from the Hundred Sects Alliance.
But the Flood Dragon can’t leave the Immortal Sect territory, if a fight broke out, they wouldn’t stand a chance.
However, running away was not an option.
Wenping spoke calmly, "Chief Jin, you can leave if you want, but since you’re already here, shouldn’t you leave something behind?"
"Hehe."
"How about the Storage Ring on your finger?"
"You!"
"Forget it, if you won’t leave it, I’ll take it myself..."
"I’ll give!"
Gritting his teeth, Chief Jin removed the Storage Ring from his finger, erased his mark, and reached out his hand. Wenping secretly smiled in his heart: Fooled him!
Immediately, he signaled the Evil Spirit Knight to go and retrieve it.
After collecting the Storage Ring, Wenping did not forget to wave and smile, "Chief Jin, welcome to come again next time!"
"Damn it!"
After moving away, Chief Jin cursed under his breath.
If he had known the outcome would be like this, why did he come to mock Nangong Wentian and the others?
If he had stayed behind, he could’ve seen the Immortal Sect’s robes and avoided being coerced into giving away the Storage Ring.
But the ring was already given away; the heartache was no longer something he could dwell on. Mounting a Great Demon, he soared into the sky — he feared they’d change their mind.
Nangong Wentian was a lesson learned!
At this time, Zhantian Qingxuan stepped forward, "Sect Leader, you just let him go like that?"
Wenping calmly replied, "Let him go. Killing him only gains one Storage Ring, but letting him go, he might bring many, many Storage Rings."
Zhantian Qingxuan was initially stunned by this statement.
After understanding Wenping’s meaning, he shook his head and smiled wryly.
But thinking of the Flood Dragon, wouldn’t Divine Profound Realm just become a gift if they came?
Wenping then said, "Elder Zhantian, you stay here to handle the aftermath. I’ll return to the sect first."
Zhantian Qingxuan nodded.
...
Black Rock City.
Murong Qing, along with several others, stood atop the city wall, gazing toward the direction of the Immortal Sect, their expressions somewhat joyful.
"Mitian Sect and Chief Jin all came, I really want to see the scene when the Immortal Sect is annihilated." Murong Qing laughed, taking the wine glass passed by the maid beside him, and drank it all comfortably, "Such pleasure! By the way, Xiao Ling, do you know how to sing anything? I’ve heard there are very beautiful songs in Black Rock City."
The lightly made-up woman beside him replied with a smile, "I can sing a few songs, but they might not be good."
"It’s alright, sing anything!"
Today he’s in a good mood, anything would sound pleasant.
Suddenly, he saw a black dot in the sky approaching, and when it got closer, Murong Qing immediately handed the wine glass to another person.
"Sir!"
Murong Qing immediately clasped his fists and bowed.