Ling Tianyu had no objections, and Ancestral Master Hong Emperor and the others had no objections either—if they wanted to take something, they could just take it.
They had all come from the same place.
Sky Annihilation Ancestral Master swept his right hand over the storage ring, taking away twelve types of bloodlines, as well as many treasures.
Ling Tianyu didn't even look, just dug into the dishes in big mouthfuls. He could be stingy with outsiders, but toward this senior, Sky Annihilation Ancestral Master, he could give without the slightest reservation.
Ancestral Master Hong Emperor and the others went without saying; they didn't care in the least what was taken.
"Eat slower." Ling Tianyu's mistress looked at this disciple of hers, picked up her chopsticks, and personally helped him pick dishes. The True Martial Saint was the pride and glory of their entire lives.
Two lifetimes as a human, and he had finally reached this moment, the moment of contending for the peak.
