"Bastard! How dare you be so arrogant! I, Tao Nanshan, will take you down right now. Let's see what you can do to me!" The slightly thin old man with a white beard had a fiery temper. He slammed his palm onto the table, making it tremble. [Burning^Literature^Bookstore]
"You're not afraid I'll go berserk and kill the hostage? Old man, if you want other people's respect, you'd better wash your own backside first. Take a look at the people you're helping. For the sake of the Blood Cloud Coffin, you're even prepared to use your own daughter to fill the coffin. Heh, don't say I'm being arrogant either. I still have plenty of ways to make all of you sit down and negotiate obediently!" I said with a cold expression.
"Xia Yitian, I'm Zou Zhong of the Southern Confucian Society. I've long heard of your great name, and I've already heard about Brother Han's affairs. I was deeply saddened by the passing of your niece, Han Shanshan. Brother Han also said that her remains would be transported back here by noon today. I know that, as her friend, you're grief-stricken as well. Since that's the case, why don't we all accept what has happened and look forward? We could have discussed this amicably. There was no need to make things so deadlocked, was there?" Another middle-aged man about Han Chengyun's age played the sympathy card and began consoling me.
I had no idea where the Southern Confucian Society had come from. Judging by his cultivation, he was quite formidable—he had actually reached the mid Dao Initiation stage. He was probably somewhat famous among the Confucian sects in the south.
"Han Binbin, didn't you just say that your sister was still alive? How did she die again? Alive and dead, alive