"Dead?" Bai Mu echoed, his face lighting up with joy, resembling a vibrant display of fireworks.
"Second Master, didn't I tell you?" Bai Si said with a confident grin. "Selling them all wasn't an issue at all. The nine kings are powerful, making the small region of Qingzhou insignificant. Even if the three major sects were to split up, they would be easy to overcome." He couldn't help but boast about their cunning plan, although a hint of regret also lingered.
"What a shame," Bai Si lamented. "The ancestral blood will likely be distributed among the nine kings now. You missed an opportunity to reach a higher level with the ancestral blood." He shook their head, looking genuinely sorrowful.