"Yuqing Celestial! I, Yuqing, need thirty million spirit stones. Without you here, we've been struggling!"
"The Three Pure Celestials don't care about backgrounds. Yuqing Celestial hasn't been active for eight hundred years, and your sect has been doing just fine. Besides, spirit stones are usually allocated based on the number of people. Who asks for tens of millions outright? We at Zhenwu Palace need thirty million spirit stones to suppress the evil in the world."
"What suppression? You're just a messenger for Chi Tian Zun. We at Lingzhi Palace need thirty million spirit stones to support the common people, or there will be famine in ten years."
"Ling Jun! You shameless thing, even if the spirit fields of the world only gave out ten percent, it would be enough for everyone to eat. Where’s the famine? Let Zhenwu Palace send troops from elsewhere to catch local sects. With thirty-six states and sixty million miles, can we really make up for that?"
"Our fox clan also needs spirit stones."
The great hall was in chaos, and it seemed that sitting in a high position in the Yu Huang Palace was only comfortable for a moment.
Gu Wen could have suppressed everyone with his aura, but his master wouldn’t allow it.