Fu Tianyuan hesitated several times, thinking to throw away his pride and beg frantically, but he couldn't bring himself to speak out.
Because when they saw the deep, ancient, dark, and silent starry sky, those hidden eyes, and the sinister blood moon, everyone understood that this deity was not to be trifled with.
He would not bestow anything without reason.
They were not kin, and rashly begging would only provoke disdain.
In the end, Fu Tianyuan extinguished the thought of begging. There was plenty of time in the future; having met once, there would surely be a second meeting. They would take it slow.
He cupped his hands together: "We shall take our leave first."
The three of them left the mysterious space. Unlike their arrival, they were one dog short, but they had secured a significant promise.
It was uncertain whether the promise would be of any use...
Since it wasn't something tangible, they couldn't help feeling less secure in their hearts.
