Jing Yezhou and the other two left Prince Qi's Mansion in a bedraggled state.
Only after they reached a deserted place.
Jing Yezhou finally could not hold it in any longer. His old face alternated between green and red as he looked at Shangtang Hui. "Fellow Daoist Shangtang, do you have a pig's brain? We came today to seek peace, not to provoke them... I said so many good things that the brat was practically ready to relent. What kind of bullshit did you say at the end?!"
"And you even got trampled on by that old bastard from Brushmaking Pavilion!"
At those words, Shangtang Hui's temper flared as well. His aura rose, making the atmosphere even colder and more oppressive.
"Jing Yezhou, that brat was clearly laughing at us and refusing to give us any face. No matter how much you softened your words, it would have been useless."
"The Dugu Clan has more than just their Ten Directions Hall. His Heavenly Mystery Imperial Office cannot represent the entire lineage!"
"We still have other options!" Shangtang Hui was referring to Northern Continent's Nine Dust Hall.
"Options? Heh... do you think Nine Dust Hall in the Northern Continent will accept us? The Dugu Clan merely has differing opinions; they have not split apart. Who can guarantee that you are not trying to eat from both sides?"
"Alas!" Ying Wenhao sighed and stepped forward to smooth things over. "Let us discuss this matter later. After all, our forces are rooted in the Eastern Continent. By all reason, we should rely on the Heavenly Mystery Imperial Office. Most importantly, we must give the Royal Clan some face!"
"If we get entangled with Nine Dust Hall at this critical juncture, people will instead think we are double-dealing fence-sitters. We might end up pleasing