Wu Yunxiao didn't give it much thought and nodded. "That's a given. Is there any doubt? Those Cultivators from the Great Xia Royal Family's Fan generation—is a single one of them not an opportunistic scoundrel? In that case, it was a good kill, a satisfying one! You could say you owe the Tianling Divine Son of our race a favor!"
Wu Yunxiao was a blunt man who spoke his mind, but what he said was quite reasonable.
Upon hearing this, the others couldn't help but look at each other strangely.
'After someone humiliates and kills your cultivation partner, you're supposed to be eternally grateful?'
Kong Lindao shook his head. "Let's not speak of it. It's a stain on my name, after all. Alright, Tianling Divine Son, I will now condense my Divine Blood for you—don't refuse. Consider it a sign of respect for me, and also... a chance for my sister."
Kong Lindao's tone was utterly sincere.
