A Pact of Three Battles

Having agreed to a pact of three battles, Ding Hui finally felt reassured. He said no more and bade Liu Yin farewell.

Ding Hui had come in a hurry and left in a hurry, leaving the Xiantian Experts in the Six Yin Great Hall staring at one another in bewilderment, unable to understand how things had developed. Shouldn't this hotheaded fool have angered the High Person and been slapped to death with a single palm?

Yet they had heard the conversation between the two and learned that Ding Hui was the grandson of Ding Chun, the former legend of Yongzhou, while Liu Yin had received Ding Hui's support in his younger days. This reaction was therefore quite reasonable.

"So this is the foundation of great aristocratic clans. Other than force, their most formidable asset is their web of connections."

A master secretly sighed. If any other Xiantian Expert had dared to haggle before Liu Yin, he would have been beaten into a dead dog without fail. Ding Hui was different only because of his identity and origins.

"High Person, there is something this servant does not understand. You just said that even if we win the pact of three battles, we will still restrain our subordinates according to that brat Ding Hui's terms, all for the sake of two people. What is so extraordinary about those two?"

Alshan suddenly spoke. As she covered her lips and smiled faintly, the flesh upon her chest heaved in rolling waves, yet her words awakened some of the slower-witted listeners.

That was right. Six Yin Superior was not one to swallow losses, much less retreat again and again. Those two people had to be highly unusual.

Liu Yin sat alone at the head of the hall, smiling faintly as a trace of anticipation flashed