From Ye Xuong's eyes, an unyielding expression burst forth. In Ye Xuong's view, even if he sacrificed his own life, he could not let someone like Tian Si taint the source of power of the Martial Artists in Night King Hall.
Ye Xuong was poised for action, but Tian Si seemed to have no intention of snatching the fragment of the Spirit Vein Stone from Ye Xuong's hand...
Tian Si glanced at Ye Xuong and then looked towards the direction of the backyard of the Night King Hall headquarters estate. He then smiled and said, "Although it is a miraculous power, for us, this power is too weak. We don't even take a liking to it, so you don't need to worry about us taking this power!"
"You said... 'we'..."
Ye Xuong remained perplexed. Tian Si chuckled and continued, "'We,' of course, refers to us, the Black Hole Clan, including several elders! In the eyes of the elders, weak power, no matter how magical, provides relatively little help to the tribe members, just like chicken ribs!
