「Inside the Ghost Immortal Blessed Land.」
After inspecting the Spirit Vein in this blessed land, Zhuo Canglang cleared his throat. He glanced at the White Jade Coffin he was carrying on his shoulder and said, "Ahem, Junior Sister Luo... now that we've reclaimed the blessed land, shouldn't we discuss how to divide it?"
"A one-nine split!" Luo Binglan's cold voice emanated from within the White Jade Coffin.
Zhuo Canglang paused. "Who gets the one, and who gets the nine?"
Luo Binglan sneered. "Do you even need to ask? Of course my Divination Sect gets the nine!"
Gong Shangyu's refined expression froze, his eyes wide with disbelief. Zhuo Canglang was utterly stunned.
Dugu Qingqian could no longer contain herself. Staring at the White Jade Coffin with an expression of existential dread, she snapped, "You've really got some nerve demanding the lion's share! Ninety percent? Why don't you just say the whole blessed land belongs to your Divination Sect?"
