After hearing his words, Wang Mang turned his head away, unable to suppress a laugh.
Surprisingly, even the usually indifferent Wang You showing such an expression could tickle Wang Mang's funny bone.
It was laughter that couldn't be helped.
The corners of Wang Mang's mouth slightly rose as he slowly exhaled, "Fine, consider it a thousand points."
"Next, put in more effort for me. Those seven old guys won't be easy to handle."
As soon as his words fell, strange sparks suddenly appeared not far away.
The slowly spreading fireworks momentarily halted then began to contract violently.
Like an invisible giant hand, vigorously kneading it.
Until, at last, they compressed into an extremely small dot.
At the same time, the figures of the Seven Eccentrics from the sea also appeared in Wang Mang and his comrades' line of sight.
Looking at the seven people, completely wrapped in Dao runes and unharmed, a glint flashed in Wang Mang's eyes.