"If possible, this old Daoist naturally wouldn't refuse."
The Daoist Lord coughed a few times, his expression revealing not the slightest embarrassment.
The Demon Lord, the Demon Lady, and the female Bodhisattva looked at the Daoist Lord's face repeatedly, finally sighing inwardly. Before, they hadn't realized just how thick-skinned this old fellow was.
However, they said nothing. What they had just done was not honorable either. Who would've thought this old Daoist Lord could be so cunning, actually wanting them to each contribute two thousand strands of Immortal Qi, he might as well have asked for their lives.
Compared to two thousand strands of Immortal Qi, their lives didn't amount to much and were not even worth comparing.