"You tell me—if I refuse to agree this time, what can you do to me?" Ji Zhengyan finally grew serious.
Wang Mingtang shook his head. "There's nothing I can do to you. You took in an impressive disciple; he can settle even such difficult matters in no time. I'd still like to live a few more years."
"Hahaha, this is what it means when moral character determines fate. Because I'm sincere with my disciples, Xiao Qin is willing to introduce talented people to me. Unlike you—your schemes are endless. You even plot against your own Junior Brother. You deserve to die lonely and alone." Ji Zhengyan felt completely refreshed.
He had never expected that after losing to this old rival all his life, he could finally win it back through the next generation.
After people finished competing for themselves, didn't they move on to competing through their sons and grandsons? Ordinary people, however, would ultimately be left with nothing no matter how hard they competed.
"Heh heh, you really won't help me?" Wang Mingtang asked again.
"Why should I help you? Last time, you could at least say it was for official business. This time, it's your own selfish desire. I can't aid and abet evil. Qu Weijiang alone nearly turned the world upside down. If another one comes along, will anyone still be able to sleep peacefully?" Ji Zhengyan snorted.
"I knew you'd say that. Take a look at this." Wang Mingtang took out a severed hand. It was a shriveled little hand...
Resting in his palm, it was only one-third the size of an adult hand. The sight of it sent chills down one's spine.
Ji Zhengyan froze as he stared at the eerie severed hand.
"Perhaps you don't remember, but you had a child in your early