"The Storage Ring on your finger was a gift from me when you first joined."
"This Heavenly Silkworm Immortal Robe you're wearing, a Mid-grade Defensive Spiritual Artifact, was a gift from me ten years ago."
"The Cloud Chasing Boots on your feet, a Top-grade Flying Magical Artifact, were a gift from me seven years ago."
"The feathered coronet in your hair, a Mid-grade Defensive Spiritual Artifact, was a gift from me five years ago."
"Every single thing on you, from head to toe, was a gift from me. And that's not even mentioning the Elixir Pills you've consumed over the years."
"You eat my food and use my things, yet you still side with outsiders."
"Since you're so full of pride, you can give it all back to me right now!"
As Song Wanning listed the items on An Ze one by one, the surrounding disciples couldn't help but look on with envy.
For them, owning even one of these precious treasures would be an extravagance, yet An Ze had shown no gratitude.
