After Murong Cheng and the others left.
Inside the hall.
Lin Langtian shook his head and chuckled.
"Brother Cui, you certainly gave those Lower Realm natives quite a fright."
Cui Yulong lifted the teacup from the table and leisurely took a sip.
"A fright?"
He set down his cup and looked at Lin Langtian.
"Brother Lin, every word I said was true. How was I frightening them?"
"Isn't it only a matter of time before His Highness the King of Chu leads us into Shenjing, proclaims himself emperor, and establishes a dynasty?"
Lin Langtian paused in surprise.
Then he nodded in wholehearted agreement.
"True. I was too caught up in appearances."
"But Brother Cui, that carrot-and-stick approach of yours was beautifully handled today."
At Lin Langtian's praise.
Not a trace of smugness appeared in Cui Yulong's eyes.
He said unhurriedly, "When dealing with these Lower Realm natives, combining favors with threats is the quickest method."
Cui Yulong's gaze grew profound.
"Although our fighting strength overwhelms this entire realm, plucking one person out of its vast sea of people is no different from fishing a needle out of the ocean."
"Making use of the Heavenly Martial Dynasty's forces will undoubtedly spare us countless troubles."
"As long as we seize that Otherworldly Sacred Relic and present it to His Highness..."
"As long as we win His Highness's favor, no one will ever be able to shake our standing in the clan again."
Although both men were prodigies of their clans.
Their clans had quite a few other prodigies like them.
However.
Someone in the Divine Mansion Realm emerged only once every few centuries.
Over several centuries.
How many prodigies could a Divine Mansion Immortal Clan produce?
All those prodigies competed for a single chance to attempt a breakthrough into the Divine Mansion