Asura's suggestion was not without reason. Those lofty figures rarely handled the actual operations themselves.
The big shots only set the direction and the tone. The real implementers were the slightly lower-ranking upper echelons.
Qu Jianlei looked at him with a faint smile. "What, afraid we'll suddenly kill you?"
Eight-Armed Asura shook his head decisively. "Not at all."
That was a blatant lie. This was exactly what it feared, but how could it possibly admit it?
It merely said in the most sincere tone, "My Old Ancestor does not wish to be noticed by the royal clan. Let us just pretend it does not exist."
"If the two of us cause poor coordination, Celestial Immortal, you may take my head."
Qu Jianlei gave it a silent look. I believe that, at this moment, you may be sincere.
But only at this moment. Times changed, and nothing remained unchanged forever.
Still, its response was exactly what he wanted.
So he nodded. "Then if anything unexpected happens in the future, I have the right to assume that your Old Ancestor knows about this communication?"
"Of course," Eight-Armed nodded readily. "But please believe me, Celestial Immortal. There will be no accidents."
"Enough." Qu Jianlei waved a hand. "We have not yet decided whether to accept your allegiance."
Upon hearing this, the Eight-Armed could only shut up resentfully, its heart filled with endless bitterness.
For Asuras, surrender was the act of cowards. Surrendering without a fight? That was the greatest disgrace of all.
And now, they were willing to surrender without a fight, yet the other side had not even decided whether to accept them! Such humiliation was nearly unprecedented.
Yet it could not act up, because at this moment, it had no other choice.
After pondering for a moment, Qu Jianlei asked again,