Granted, if Xu Lei had the time to settle down and cultivate slowly in the future, he could eventually recover all of this lost Magical Power.
But right now, facing the ruthless Saint Master, a lack of Magical Power was a death sentence. An ordinary Cultivator wouldn't have a future; there would be no chance to slowly cultivate it back.
Meanwhile, the expressions of all the other surrounding Cultivators changed drastically.
"Saint Master, what are you doing?"
"Why are you doing this? Didn't you say that all who were present would get a share?"
"We helped you open this Yin Yang Gate, unsealing the Daoist Scripture Hall, but you don't intend to share a single thing with us. How can you be so despicable?"
"You were deceiving us all along, you despicable scoundrel."
Some Cultivators cursed in a frenzy, perhaps realizing that the Saint Master would never let them go.
"Saint Master, have mercy! We don't want these treasures!"
