Que De was extremely embarrassed, his expression turning ugly. Ye Tianling, on the other hand, felt incredibly satisfied. 'It really wasn't easy to screw this Que De over for once.'
"From now on, I'll have that old bastard Wan Jimie and the disciples of his lineage wear this hat. I, Lord Que, am truly… so magnificent. I'm moved by my own greatness."
Apparently, after understanding the meaning of the "Forgiveness Hat," Que De had already come up with a plan for a "grand sacrifice." He intended to give away all the precious Daoist Celestial Essence Hats from his lineage to Wan Jimie, Wan Xuegui, and their group, free of charge.
"…"
A muscle in Ye Tianling's cheek twitched. He wasn't surprised by Que De's shamelessness.
"You damn fatty, just how many depraved things have you done now? The aura from all these treasures on you is ancient and desolate, mottled and mournful. These must be treasures from this World, right? Did you just dig them up?"
