Supreme Saint Qingsheng sat in the pavilion. With a smile on his face, he praised Zhang Ruochen. "Ruochen, Xue Tu told me everything just now. This time, you did well. You bought the seven cauldrons of Fugue Pills. The overall strength of the cultivators attending the Festival in Bloodsky Clan will definitely increase by a lot."
Zhang Ruochen glared at Xue Tu coldly.
Xue Tu felt sullen and helpless. "Senior brother, I can't help it. With Supreme Saint Qingsheng's exceptional insight, how can I hide it from him?"
"You swore to heaven," Zhang Ruochen said.
"In Infernal Court, no cultivator believes in heaven," Supreme Saint Qingsheng said. "What is heaven? In Infernal Court, cultivators believe in destiny, darkness, slaughter, death, or gods."
Xue Tu was shocked. He hadn't expected Supreme Saint Qingsheng to trick him.
'This old man is d*mn sly!
'He's trying to punish me just because I didn't tell him the truth.