"Senior, since you've already heard the terms Tang San and the others offered, before you hear what I can put on the table, why not listen to my story first?"
Dai Yao set out a chair for Niu Gao and said with a smile.
For a moment, Niu Gao could not figure out what Dai Yao was really planning, but at this point, he had to make a choice.
Either he accepted Tang San's invitation and joined the Tang Sect, agreed to Dai Yao's terms, or established a sect of his own together with the other three single-attribute clans.
He folded his arms and sat opposite Dai Yao like a mountain. Looking at Dai Yao across the table, he said in a deep voice, "Speak."
Dai Yao poured tea for Niu Gao. Amid the curling fragrance of tea, Dai Yao's gaze grew exceedingly distant. His face filled with recollection, and he slowly began, "Senior Niu Gao, you heard from Tang San that I am the Fourth Prince of the Star Luo Empire."
"Why would you give up being a perfectly good Fourth Prince and join Spirit Hall instead?"
Niu Gao asked, angered by his lack of resolve.
Dai Yao smiled and explained, "The status of a prince is certainly noble, but the intensity of the competition far exceeds what outsiders can imagine."
"In the Star Luo Empire, if you cannot become the final victor in the struggle for the throne, there is only one path left—death. And as the youngest prince, compared with those older princes, I basically had no chance of winning."
"When I obtained my first spirit ring, the First Prince had already obtained his Third Spirit Ring. With a gap of more than twenty ranks, how could I possibly defeat him?"
"So you betrayed the Star Luo