The husband and wife were eager to know the final outcome. But hearing him say that, they could only bow in unison to Yue Qianchou. The Snow Emperor then cupped his fists and said, "Thank you for your trouble, sir. How is Linglong?"
Yue Qianchou lowered the hands he had pressed against Xue Linglong's back, helped her lie back down upon the icy couch, then got off the bed and walked between the couple. His expression was grave. "To be honest, I still cannot guarantee that I can drive out the Samadhi True Fire." The husband and wife exchanged a glance, their hearts in perfect accord, silently trading looks. They had both witnessed Yue Qianchou's miraculous control over fire, and had heard him say that he had found traces of the Samadhi True Fire that even their cultivation had failed to locate. They immediately misunderstood, thinking Yue Qianchou intended to use this as a bargaining chip to threaten them.
After a brief silence, the Snow Emperor said, "If sir can heal my daughter's injuries, then whatever you need clarified, I will tell you everything I know without holding back." This was undoubtedly an offer of terms: heal my daughter, and I will tell you every secret you wish to know. He had merely put it more tactfully. When one needed another's help, there was no helping it.
Yue Qianchou secretly rejoiced at this, but he knew that everyone here was someone who had weathered countless storms and killed their way through the world. With matters like this, where words carried no proof, they could turn hostile at the drop of a hat, and there would not even be anywhere for him to air his grievances. Besides, he had displayed the Azure Fire before them—how could he do something that sacrificed