"What flashy nonsense!" he muttered softly.
In the eyes of such a quintessentially traditional cultivator, nurturing twelve silver corpses was less preferable than investing all resources into a single one, thereby creating the strongest possible silver corpse.
Being poor, he could not understand Li Shiming's mentality, for the growth of the twelve silver corpses had been at their fastest, assuming no resource limitations.
Li Shiming, sensing Great Elder Fan Xi's power, was slightly astonished; he had not expected Mingxin Sect to have a Great Elder.
One must never underestimate any sect with a longstanding heritage, and Great Elders were exceedingly rare among them.
Given Mingxin Sect's resources, the likelihood of a Great Elder's emergence was incredibly slim, yet they had fostered one nonetheless.
"How does Mingxin Sect reply? Will you hand over Bo Ran and Bao Zhao, or choose to wage war against me?" Li Shiming called out loudly.
