As for the meeting place, after both sides discussed it, Han Bing insisted on setting it at Snow Ridge atop Summit of Cold Mountain. That was where the Eighty Thousand Divine Soldiers had fallen. The blood had not yet dried; seen from afar, Snow Ridge had become Blood Ridge.
His purpose was clear: to use the terrain to pressure Plum Blossom Seven, the new leader of the Night Army, so he could hold the initiative firmly during negotiations.
Just as the sun was about to rise, Han Bing, who had spent some time watching the sunrise from Snow Ridge, finally received Plum Blossom Seven.
The moment he saw that figure in a cloak, Han Bing's contempt surged even higher.
He had read the files on Plum Blossom Seven. This man had risen to become leader of the Night Army at a terrifying pace, and even with the ancestral court's intelligence department operating at full capacity, they had managed to uncover little more than scraps.
The one thing they could determine was that his cultivation was mediocre, though he had deep seniority in the Night Army.
That suggested Plum Blossom Seven was no fool. He probably wouldn't be easy to deal with.
But no matter how difficult he was, Young Master Han would chew through this bone today—even if it cost him his front teeth.
"What should I call you?"
"Plum Blossom Seven. You can call me Master Mei."
"What do you need the Ruyi Pearl for, Master Mei?"
"Words alone prove nothing. Let's keep a record as witness."
"Are you planning to negotiate with me while wearing that cloak the whole time?"
"These are the documents, and this is the seal. What matters isn't me, but the terms of the negotiation, isn't that right?"
"You're direct. Good. Then I'll get