A cold snort came from the hall in the distance, evidently Puji was displeased; Wang Xuan was openly enticing his disciple.
Wang Xuan couldn't be bothered to respond, as usual, if others showed him respect, he would reciprocate.
Even if Puji casually traded with him using a portion of the Power of Faith, Wang Xuan wouldn't have been so discontent, but to label him as falling into the Demon Path from the outset and then directly refuse was truly disrespectful.
His visit to Precious Light Temple this time was aboveboard; countless people knew about it, yet this was the result.
Of course, despite failing to negotiate, he wouldn't bear any resentment, after all, this was an elder. But not bearing resentment didn't mean he felt comfortable, he was definitely disgruntled.
"I'm leaving, this time I haven't been able to spend more time at Wuyou Temple, truly sorry about that." Wang Xuan smiled and reached out, and thirty-six flags appeared in his hand.
