Cheng Kun is truly caught between a rock and a hard place.
Fortunately, the Five-Patterned Spirit Pill, such a heavy reward, was a decision he made after careful consideration. With his capabilities, the reward for the Five-Patterned Spirit Pill could still be barely managed.
If it were a Six-Pattern Spirit Pill, the Zhengyang Sect would really have to go into debt to purchase it.
But to give such a large sum to someone he wants dead—he couldn't stand it!
Cheng Kun decided to shamelessly abandon his old dignity.
He pressed his lips together, staying silent.
He thought that with this, no one would instigate any further.
Yet Old Man Zhuge continued to fan the flames relentlessly.
"What's this? A grand sect like Zhengyang, in front of so many people in Jianghu, is going back on their word?"
"I say, a sect often declines because its credibility collapses."
