At this moment, King Xishan's previously proud demeanor was gone, leaving only cunning in his eyes.
"You're trying to screw me over like a motherfucker? What happened to the noble spirit of the Fox Clan?"
"Guess why people from Jing Country, when condemning someone's cunning, call them an old fox? Cunning is the ancestral spirit of our Fox Clan!"
"..." Zhiming Monk.
Zhiming Monk never expected that a moment ago, King Xishan, who appeared so otherworldly and dignified, would become a player in a scheme.
He thought the other had deep Taoist cultivation, but never expected it was all shrewdness without a single secret divine trick.
"King Xishan, you living beast..."
Before Zhiming Monk could finish speaking, King Xishan had already swallowed back the spirit bone of the Fox Ancestor.
"If you only cultivate bravely without using your brain, how can you become an immortal?"
King Xishan smugly scolded.
