Lin Jiangxian let out a breath of relief. "Old Ancestor, calm down first. Let's talk this through."
"There's nothing to talk about," the ancestor said. "You agree to what I said. I've already prepared the contracts. Sign and stamp them. Every major family, including the newly risen Tang Sect, has to sign."
Lin Jiangxian laughed. "As long as the Tianwu Clan develops peacefully from now on, values harmony with our fellow people of the martial world, develops together, and achieves mutual benefit, we have no reason to build walls around ourselves and make enemies for no cause. If we can shake hands and make peace with Tianwu, it will be a good thing for the martial world, beneficial to every sect and family."
"Good. Then prepare the signing ceremony at once. I want your Elder Council to sign in person before I withdraw the troops!"
"No problem!"
Lin Jiangxian said, "We need to review the contents of the ceasefire agreement first. That should be fine, right?"
"Thirty minutes. I won't wait a second longer."
"No need. As long as the terms are reasonable and the contents are clear, we'll sign as soon as we finish reading."
"Straightforward."
At that moment, Liu Ruyan anxiously reminded him, "Old Ancestor!"
The Old Ancestor glanced at her, his face full of disdain: the look of something worthless.
"And one more thing. Lu Chengwen is the son-in-law of our Tianwu Clan. He's already engaged to the Holy Maiden. He must stay alive."
Lin Jiangxian froze. "Old Ancestor, he's fighting for the Jiang Family. On the battlefield, blades and swords have no eyes. No one can make that kind of guarantee!"
"I don't care!"
The ancestor said, "Whether you slaughter every last member of the Jiang Family has nothing to do with me, as long as