After hearing the blue-robed young man's words, Xue Shanshan sneered repeatedly in her heart.
A man like Lin Baichuan, with pride born in his bones, would never allow himself to be recruited by you. What a fool's dream in broad daylight—why not first see whether you even have the capital for it?
Of course, she only thought these words to herself and could not possibly reveal them.
After all, no matter what, the other party was the Holy Son of Ink Pool Holy Land. They belonged to the same sect and were, on the surface, in the same boat.
"By the way, did you gain anything from having you recruit Lin Baichuan?"
Just as countless thoughts flashed through Xue Shanshan's mind, the blue-robed young man suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Did Lin Baichuan agree?"
"No!"
Xue Shanshan shook her head. Naturally, she would not say that she had never tried to recruit Lin Baichuan at all. Instead, she glossed over it and said, "Lin Baichuan is not someone who will submit to another. Recruiting him is impossible.
I think we should let this matter end here!"
"Hmph, as long as someone is human, they have weaknesses. If he did not agree, it is only because the terms offered were not good enough."
The blue-robed young man sneered disdainfully. "If someone like him can be held in our hands, think of the benefits. How can we give up so easily?
You need not concern yourself with this matter. I will handle it personally..."
"Then do as you please!"
After giving him a meaningful glance, Xue Shanshan said nothing more and turned to leave.
Fine words could not persuade a ghost bent on dying. This man had set his heart on recruiting Lin Baichuan, and he would surely suffer a crushing