“Go back and tell the old monks, let them talk it out.” Li Qiye said.

“Uh…” Golden Cicada found himself stuck in a precarious situation, feeling like he was a fish eating the bait. Should he swallow or let go?

Unfortunately, it was no longer up to him the moment he took the first bite. He couldn’t come up with a response because a god-level dao bone was peerless. Their temple might be the only power in all of West King with one.

If he were to go back and steal the bone, his master might break his legs.

“I, I really want to help you, Benefactor, but I think the seniors won’t agree.” He eventually said with an awkward smile.

“The old monks won’t agree?” Li Qiye’s smile became wider: “Then go back and kill all of them. You’ll be in charge...