The office door slammed shut. The meeting was over!
The rest was up to Youming to decide. As the one who spoke for his race, he couldn't make a decision that would determine its future lightly!
The fate of his entire race rested on his shoulders!
Whether he truly wanted to keep Jiang Nan locked up until he got the recipe for the Strength Potion, then discuss cooperation, or whether he was determined to stick to his conservative strategy and avoid taking risks...
Whatever the outcome, Jiang Nan had already planted the seeds of resistance in Youming's heart!
Once a crack appeared in the door to freedom, it was hard to resist the urge to push it all the way open!
The question was whether Youming dared to reach out!
Jiu Lan bit her lower lip, her expression downcast:
(??????) "Lord Youming didn't agree. I can't blame him, after all the failures he's been through. They've worn down his resolve!"
"But I think you made a good point. If you don't fight for what you want, you'll never get it!"
"I'll try talking to Lord Youming again later. It's just... you might have to stay in the Netherworld Death Prison for a long time!"
Jiang Nan smiled and waved her off:
(︶??︶〃)?? "There's no need to talk to him. It'd be pointless anyway. Besides, I've already achieved what I wanted from this meeting!"
"Youming said that eight or nine times out of ten, things don't go as you wish. Things have reached this point, so some matters are no longer up to him!"
Jiang Nan looked perfectly at ease, clearly hatching a plan of his own!
Jiu Lan frowned. What did he mean?
Lord Youming had clearly refused—he'd even thrown Jiang Nan out. How could Jiang Nan have achieved his