Jiang Che stopped several hundred meters away.
He stood with his hands behind his back, the hem of his ink-black trench coat gently lifted by the sea breeze.
He simply stood there, his abyss-black eyes calmly fixed on the deserted island blanketed in glowing demonic energy patterns.
As though he were looking at a group of people about to vanish.
Lu Xing stepped forward.
A perfectly measured smile hung on his face, its deep nasolabial folds sharp as knife cuts.
"Jiang Che."
He spoke softly, yet his voice carried clearly through the sea wind to every person present.
"The fact that you came shows that you have confidence in your strength. That is something I admire."
He paused, clasping his hands behind his back as though reminiscing with an old friend.
"But you can see it too. It isn't just the Lu Clan standing here today. We also have the foundations of the Four Great Families!"
Jiang Che said nothing, merely watching him quietly.
Yet there was still no emotion in those abyss-black eyes.
Seeing that Jiang Che remained unresponsive, Lu Xing's gaze flickered slightly.
Still, he forcibly suppressed the faint unease in his heart and continued.
"You're a genius, a talent capable of safeguarding Dragon Country, one seen only once in a thousand years. I don't want us to fight to mutual destruction."
He took another step forward and spread his hands, his tone taking on a merchant's polished warmth.
"How about we sit down and talk?"
Jiang Che looked at him.
He still did not speak.
The smile at the corner of Lu Xing's lips widened a little more.
He thought Jiang Che was listening... at the very least, the fact that he had not attacked immediately meant there was room to negotiate.
"What happened with the Ten