Late Feast
"Child, what are you looking at? Take it."
Ancestor Cornelia strode forwards with a bright smile on her face, "This gift you brought for us to slaughter doesn't compare to this kind of wealth, I think. There's nothing to hesitate about."
Davis turned to look at Ancestor Cornelia, chuckling, "Ancestor, thirty-two million immortal crystals is a sum enough to create six Level Nine Immortals."
A hint of shock emerged on Ancestor Cornelia's face, but she quickly forced a smile, "That's alright. Those six Level Nine Immortals could not possibly match you in prowess when you become an Immortal and advance to the Mid Stage."
"That's right."
Klade chuckled, his voice raising a bit, "Young genius, I've heard about you a lot during this time since your women wouldn't stop singing praises about you."
"…"