"Sun Ancheng! So that's it—you're all jumping at the chance to kick us while we're down, huh? Fine. Have it your way!" Lu Tingze's eyes narrowed as he swept a cold, scornful look across Sun Xiangyuan, Sun Ancheng, and Sun Anming.
"Ancheng! Watch your mouth," Sun Xiangyuan cut in sharply. "The Sun and Lu Clans are both part of the Purple Crest Immortal Sect. We should be settling things peacefully. How can you throw insults at someone from the same sect?"
At that, Sun Ancheng clamped his mouth shut and said nothing more.
Lu Tingze and Lu Tingguang didn't say a word, but their eyes flickered. Outwardly, they eased up a little—but inside, they were scoffing. The Sun Clan's ambitions couldn't be more obvious.
Just then, Sun Xiangyuan turned to them and pulled out another storage artifact. "We've known each other a long time. You know what I'm like. Consider this extra compensation—a gesture of goodwill."
