Xu Yi smiled. "Stop acting. You'll agree. Your voice is already getting hurried. You can't resist the temptation of my offer. Granted, even if you don't help me, Han Qi and I will still have to fight it out. But given our positions and our wariness of each other's strength, there's no way that conflict will flare up again anytime soon. If you wait, ten or twenty years might pass. I just don't know whether your brothers, spirits beneath the earth, can wait that long..."
He was like a Witch Chef who knew how to cook a person's heart, slowly bringing Zhang Fang's intentions to a boil.
"Since you're a Golden Hall Elder, don't you have a Life Soul Tablet?"
Zhang Fang's icy voice came through. Xu Yi sneered inwardly, knowing he had finally managed to sway the man.
Then Zhang Fang said, "I'm a Golden Hall Elder with no family or friends. What would I need a Life Soul Tablet for? If I die, I die. Do I expect someone to avenge me?"
The Ancestor Court had indeed suggested that he establish a Life Soul Tablet. He had refused on the grounds that it was inauspicious. The real reason, aside from giving Zhang Fang an excuse, was that he feared someone might make an issue of the bloodline contained in the tablet.
Demon Lord Xie hadn't pressed him, so the matter of his Life Soul Tablet had been shelved.
Another cold snort came from the other end. "I hope you two kill each other." With that, the communication cut off.
Xu Yi looked up at the sky and sighed. "I won't die that easily. That old fellow is, after all, a Demon Lord. With all he's accumulated over the years, how could he crumble so easily?"
At that thought,