"What?" Yang Wudi's attention was entirely on the Immortal Grades, and he had not heard Ning Fengzhi clearly for a moment.
When he thought it over carefully, he was immediately struck by how unbelievable it was.
Yang Wudi turned to glance at Ning Fengzhi, then at the Immortal Grade in Li Xun's hand.
He shot to his feet, anger appearing on his face. "Brother Feng Zhi, are you joking with me?"
Ning Fengzhi's smile did not fade.
Although he did not know what kind of herb Li Xun held that had drawn Yang Wudi's attention and made his reaction less intense than expected.
As long as they got past this initial stage and Yang Wudi did not simply leave, there was still room to negotiate.
"Brother Yang, please calm down. Why not sit and hear me out?"
Yang Wudi swept his gaze over everyone present, then looked once more at the Immortal Grade in Li Xun's hand before slowly sitting back down.
"Brother Feng Zhi, I know you would not speak without reason, but this matter truly is difficult for me to accept."
Yang Wudi gripped the armrests tightly. "Because of the grudge between Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect, our Breaking Clan sacrificed many people."
"Spirit Hall is powerful, so it is understandable that we cannot take revenge. But if we join Spirit Hall, how am I supposed to answer to the clansmen who died?"
"I would rather die in battle than agree to this."
Ning Fengzhi sighed softly. "Brother Yang, I know something of the grudge between your clan and Spirit Hall. In truth, the Breaking Clan is not the only one with such enmity. Even Sword Uncle and Senior Dugu have their own grievances with Spirit Hall."
Ning Fengzhi rose from his chair. "But Spirit Hall