"Uncle Niu Gao, I'll be frank. I didn't come here to persuade you to return to the Clear Sky Sect."
Tang Yuehua looked at him, her tone sincere. "I came this time to invite the Defense Clan to join the force A Yu established."
"Pfft."
Niu Gao nearly spat out the tea he had just taken into his mouth. He couldn't help curling his lips, his face filled with disbelief.
"Miss, you're not joking, are you?"
He had assumed that the Clear Sky Sect wanted to bring them back and had asked Tang Yuehua to plead their case.
He hadn't expected such a proposal.
Su Yu looked only fifteen or sixteen, with barely any hair grown on his head. What kind of decent force could he establish?
Su Yu naturally noticed the contempt in Niu Gao's eyes and spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly:
"Clan Leader Niu Gao, the force I founded is called Xuan Yu Pavilion."
"It is indeed still very weak, but I believe that in the future, it will never be inferior to the Clear Sky Sect at its peak."
Hearing this, Niu Gao let out a derisive snort, his disdain completely undisguised:
"Brat, you certainly have a big mouth! The Clear Sky Sect's current foundation was built through the painstaking efforts of more than a dozen generations!"
He set his teacup down heavily. The bottom of the cup struck the tabletop with a dull thud.
"Xuan Yu Pavilion? I've never even heard of it. Why should I risk the lives of everyone in the Defense Clan and gamble with you on an uncertain future?"
Su Yu met his gaze and nodded calmly. "Clan Leader, you're absolutely right. If I were in your place, I wouldn't agree so easily either."
He paused, then changed the subject. "But Clan