"There's no way, the Demon Emperor is nostalgic and can't bear to part with this old man, so he spent quite a bit of effort to let me leave!"
Elder Sang had a benevolent face, looking like a kind old man from a mundane mountain village, yet his aura was vast as the sea, unfathomable.
At this moment, he blocked the Mituom Buddha, his smiling face full of amiability, comparable in its own way to the innate smile of the Mituom Ancestor!
However, the elder was only amiable in front of others. When he made a move, there was no trace of amiability, instead he exuded a scorching aura that seemed to want to burn down the entire sky!
"It wouldn't be as simple as just a minor expense!"
The Mituom Buddha chuckled and shook his head: "Elder Sang's identity is special, being one of the top ten Spirit Roots of the Primordial, and is tied to great Qi Fortune. If the price wasn't sufficient, those few wouldn't have allowed you to leave the Primordial Ancestor Realm!
