It was obvious that in Tall and Thin Nascent Soul's eyes, if they truly dared let him leave, they should wait for him to gather his friends and come back for revenge.
But that was hardly something he could say now, so he could only remain silent.
If they were merely toying with him, then making threats would only turn him into a real joke.
However, Tianyu True Immortal's expression changed slightly when he saw this. He knew his friend's temperament all too well.
Cultivators who practiced Poison-type Cultivation Methods generally were not particularly mentally healthy, and this man was especially stubborn and violent.
Tianyu True Immortal absolutely believed that once this friend left, he would empty his coffers to invite every friend he could find and reclaim his dignity.
Ordinarily, that would be a good thing—he had made a trustworthy friend. But the problem was that he truly did not want the situation to escalate any further!
Just as he had thought before, a chaotic battle involving seventeen Nascent Soul Realm cultivators would already be enough to leave Xinhua City Lord unable to bear the consequences.
If they failed to stop now and another dozen or so Nascent Soul Realm cultivators joined the fight... the consequences would be utterly unimaginable.
Besides, were these people fools? If they truly let his friend go, would they not consider the possible retaliation?
If they secretly called in even more Nascent Soul Realm cultivators then, just imagining that scene made Tianyu's head ache.
So he could only sigh. "Wait. May I ask, does your side only want Poison-type Cultivation Methods?"
If so, the other side's appetite was not particularly excessive—though Tall and Thin Nascent Soul might not necessarily agree.
But if not, then he needed to hear them out further.
"Of course not,"