Xu Yi hadn't expected Acting Demon Lord Xu to be so approachable. He'd made only one small request: to spend a few more days with Xuan Zhuang and ask him about a few things. He'd also promised not to take Xuan Zhuang's life.
Elder Huang could hardly believe his ears. He'd expected negotiations to be beset by layer upon layer of difficulty, yet they'd gone this smoothly.
What was so demanding about spending a few days with Xuan Zhuang? Xuan Zhuang was certainly handsome, and if Acting Demon Lord Xu had peculiar tastes, so be it. After all, Xuan Zhuang had caused this mess. Paying his debt in flesh was only right.
The important thing was that Xuan Zhuang would return alive. That alone was enough to save face for White Horse Temple.
Just as Elder Huang relaxed, a thought flashed through his mind, and he tensed up again. The information he'd seen said Elder Xu was a wily man who never passed up a chance to profit. The negotiations had gone so easily this time. Could it be a trap?
He couldn't fathom Xu Yi's intentions, so he'd been extremely careful with his wording. Only when Xu Yi's expression grew more and more unpleasant had he finally given up.
This time, though, Elder Huang was overthinking it. Xu Yi hadn't changed his ways; he'd simply risen to a higher level, with a broader perspective. There wasn't much left in this world that could catch his eye, and he couldn't be bothered to make a fuss.
Once the negotiations were over, Elder Huang led his people away. Xu Yi returned to the hall. Xuan Zhuang was still meditating cross-legged, as lifeless as a corpse.
Xu Yi pulled over a chair and sat down across from Xuan Zhuang with a smile.