He clenched his palm so tightly that the withered Death Qi on the surface of his Dao body trembled violently. His voice carried urgency and tremors he could barely suppress:
"You... what you said, is it true?!"
Gui Ying straightened, his expression solemn. A cold severity and resolve aligned with the Sin Domain's native stance filled his eyes as he answered in a deep voice:
"A promise once spoken cannot be chased down even by four galloping horses."
"Though Heavenly Prison City is rejected by all the people of the Sin Domain and regarded as filth, we are, in the end, a force born and raised in the Sin Domain. We have taken root in this land and been nourished by the Great Dao of this world.
"Our reputation may be foul, but we will never stand by and watch the vast Sin Domain be secretly infiltrated and eroded step by step by forces from beyond the domain, until it becomes a chessboard in outsiders' hands!"
Excitement and suspicion intertwined. Shopkeeper Yu fixed his gaze on Gui Ying, his eyes sharp to the utmost, and questioned him with meticulous care, each word precise:
"Empty words prove nothing! Your word alone cannot convince me, much less the other lofty ancient clans of the Sin Domain! Do you have any solid evidence?"
Having weathered commerce wars for countless ages, his mind was exceptionally meticulous. He would never rashly overturn the established order and make enemies of all the powerful factions over a mere rumor.
At this, a confident curve rose at Gui Ying's lips. Slowly, he produced his weightiest proof, every word piercing the heart:
"Shopkeeper Yu, do you still remember that earthshaking battle in Heavenly Prison City many years ago—the mysterious Dao Venerable who appeared out of nowhere and was unmatched