Zhang Lidong felt somewhat displeased, but Book Pavilion disciples generally believed in reasoning things out.
So he merely continued asking, "May I ask if there is something you are wary of?"
"If it is some sort of misunderstanding, I am willing to mediate on your behalf."
The misunderstanding he spoke of was not a narrow misunderstanding. He was asking whom exactly the other party had offended.
Of course, that offense could not be utterly indefensible either. Otherwise, it truly could not be called a misunderstanding.
As for whose side had a little more reason or a little less, those were minor matters. So long as they were not confirmed villains beyond doubt, there was room for negotiation.
Most importantly, once the Book Pavilion stepped forward to mediate, there was almost no one who would refuse to give them face. What a joke—this was one of the Four Sages Mountain.
Qu Jianlei gave a dry laugh, then shook his head. "I appreciate your kindness, Fellow Daoist, but let us forget it."
"Why?" Zhang Lidong raised a brow in surprise. "Who exactly are your enemies? Could they disregard the Book Pavilion?"
Just now, he had still been offering mediation in his personal capacity. Now, he had directly invoked the Book Pavilion's name.
"Our enemies..." Qu Jianlei fell into thought. Honestly, he did not like the man's arrogant air of looking down on everyone else.
Still, the other party did intend to solve their problem, so he could not be overly bothered by it.
But the problem was that the team truly had no powerful enemies at the moment.
After considering it, he replied, "There are no real enemies. We simply hold Jingwei in our hearts."
But the moment those words left his mouth, the Black-Faced Nascent Soul beside Zhang Lidong's expression turned