He Caitou's gaze turned cold, but unexpectedly, he did not lose his temper. He intended to use this momentum to draw out everyone who tried to resist him and capture them all.
"So? Are you trying to express your unyielding spirit or your hysterical resistance?" He Caitou sat steadily in his chair, his tone full of composure and disdain.
No matter how strong these nobles were, they were still far from enough in their eyes.
It was not because they were weak, nor because they lacked confidence. It was because Jiang Yuheng was here.
To everyone in the Spirit Pagoda, Jiang Yuheng was their guardian deity, the joker in a deck of cards, and even the king in a card game. As long as they held onto this greatest piece, there was no possibility of losing.
"Since you want to ask us for help, then show the proper attitude for asking. Don't point fingers and issue orders, or even threaten us with your life."
As he said this, he slowly rose to his feet and spoke in a commanding tone that was difficult for everyone to believe.
"Naturally, you should be respectful."
"Back when Xu Tianran and his son rose to power, my family paid a huge price to obtain this seat."
"And you, Xu He, are merely a prince of a fallen dynasty. You have neither the qualifications nor the capital to sit here with us and discuss matters of importance."
Without exaggeration, these words amounted to telling He Caitou: You're just someone trying to borrow our power. You have no right to point fingers here, much less make demands of us.
He Caitou did not get angry. Instead, he continued looking evenly at everyone and said with a smile, "Apart from this gentleman's opinion, does anyone else have