"My lord, the Spirit Capturing Team across from us comes from the Mountain Sea Immortal Alliance..."
Qing Luo was practically in tears.
"So what?"
"My lord, the Mountain Sea Immortal Alliance is an ally of our Hidden Origin Society. It is also a rather renowned and powerful force among the Nine Alliances, Three Societies, and Two Sects. They have a Grand Unity overseeing them, and the Mountain Sea Immortal Alliance has always—has always acted fairly, valued its word, repaid kindness with kindness, and repaid grudges with grudges... So perhaps we should give them this face."
Qing Luo stammered.
Wang Wu found this strange. Was he really that hard to talk to? He had already said harmony was most precious. Was this little spirit dragon listening without hearing the meaning?
"Of course we should give them face. Do as they say and send that fellow Daoist back at once."
"But, my lord, this lord's injuries are far too severe. I'm afraid... I mean, could we ask for a little less? Think of it as making a friend! This was a misunderstanding, entirely a misunderstanding, right?"
Qing Luo was practically begging. She was terrified. It seemed the Mountain Sea Immortal Alliance's name truly carried considerable weight.
"Fine, handle it as you see fit. If they feel they are at a loss, it doesn't matter if I forgo those ten Great Cold Horn Birds."
Wang Wu swept a hand. Since he had been unlucky enough to run into this, he would just accept it.
"Thank you for your understanding, my lord!"
Qing Luo felt as though she had been granted a pardon. She hurriedly left with that block of ice.
She was afraid that if she lingered even a moment longer, trouble would fall upon her.
Wang Wu frowned. Could the Mountain Sea