"I pay my respects to the Divine Monk."
Yan Boxi rose and respectfully saluted Jing Heng.
Even though the other man had fallen into dire straits, he was still one of those standing at the summit—and not an ordinary summit-dweller at that.
Although in the latest Peak Ranking, Jing Heng had dropped from Number Six Under Heaven to Number Seven, overtaken by True Lord Wuhui of the Ascension Sect.
Still, no one dared underestimate this Buddha of the present age.
Yan Boxi's cultivation was merely at the Dao Foundation Stage. Standing before Jing Heng, he was even more frightened and uneasy.
"The benefactor must have heard the battle report already. What have you decided?"
Jing Heng asked with a beaming smile, exceedingly amiable.
Yan Boxi lowered his head. "Since the Divine Monk has come in person to ask, Boxi dares not be vague. If there truly is an opportunity, the Yan Family is certainly willing to take a gamble. It's just that Duke Guo is still—"
The smile on Jing Heng's face did not change. "No matter. There is no need for the Yan Family to charge into battle. You only need to add a little fuel to the fire at the critical moment."
Yan Boxi was stunned. He had not expected that the other party would come personally to negotiate, yet the demand would be so simple.
That attitude instead made him feel Jing Heng's formidable confidence.
"Very well. Then I'll await the Divine Monk's good news."
Yan Boxi saluted again.
When he raised his head once more, Jing Heng had already vanished before his eyes.
Only then did Yan Boxi let out a sigh of relief. He suddenly collapsed into his chair.
His back was already drenched in sweat.
And at almost the same time—
The Zhang Family,