Snow Qingcheng's words left the old man at the Eclosion Realm standing there awkwardly, unsure what to say.
"But... but they told me to find someone to pay the ransom... otherwise..." Young Miss Zhilin knew full well how powerful Snow Qingcheng was, so she had obediently forced a smile all the way here and naturally didn't dare argue now. Still, she had to state the facts.
"Hey! You think you can leave without producing enough Heavenly Origin Treasure Jades!? Do you think Skyroad City belongs to your Leaping Qilin Society? You're not going anywhere!" Another middle-aged man, seemingly unaware of Snow Qingcheng's might, swaggered over.
"Shut up!" The old man Feng Qi's face turned pale with fright. He instantly appeared in front of the middle-aged man and sent him flying with a single slap.
I gave a soft snort and said indifferently, "Daoist Feng Qi, that slap of yours did save a man. Now tell me, what does your sect alliance intend to do first?"
If we wanted to keep Sky City's business going, a direct clash was not a good idea. It would only make matters snowball faster. Once I was gone, the Leaping Qilin Society would have a hard time establishing itself.
Only equal strength, combined with mutual benefit, could stabilize the business and turn it into a lasting enterprise.
"Who might this be..." Feng Qi hurried over to pay his respects when he realized I had seen through his intentions. Although my cultivation had only just entered the late stage of Dao Comprehension, the pressure I gave off was anything but ordinary.
"Supreme Grand Elder Feng Qi, I am precisely the City Lord of Windblown City whom you have hated until your teeth itched, yet whose name you've only ever heard without seeing the man himself—Xia Yitian."