Ning Yongzhi turned around, took a document bag from the filing cabinet, then sat on the edge of the sofa opposite Chen Mo and asked hesitantly, "Chen Mo, is there really no hope of reconciliation?"
"Jeez! Oldest Brother, why do I feel like you've become so wishy-washy lately? Are you that bored?" Chen Mo asked with a frown. "If you really are bored, you might as well go home and chat with sister-in-law!"
"No, but I just feel that if I give this to you, a lot of people will die!" Ning Yongzhi said uncertainly.
"Heh! Oldest Brother, don't think that just because I can't get my hands on this information, I can't figure out who's stirring things up. I only want to compare it with what you have and see whether it matches my suspicions," Chen Mo said.
Ning Yongzhi had originally wanted to ease the conflict between Chen Mo and those Aristocratic Families, but hearing this, he knew Chen Mo must already have his own guesses. Moreover, as a Xiantian Master, as long as Chen Mo refused to back down, no one could stop him.
The Xiantian Realm could not be insulted. This meant that every Xiantian Master's dignity had to be upheld. Although Chen Mo had only entered the Xiantian Realm a short while ago, headquarters had long since put him on record as a Xiantian Second Order master.
Even the Aristocratic Families revealed in the information he held had suffered losses at Chen Mo's hands. Although Ning Yongzhi had investigated matters fairly thoroughly, he still hoped to preserve whatever domestic strength he could. But with Chen Mo putting it this way, there was naturally no other way to stop him.
Internationally, the situation was not particularly friendly toward the country, and localized conflicts of varying scale