The official terms were harsh, but they were also reasonable to a certain extent. That made it seem as though there was some room for negotiation.
Still, Dizang asked cautiously, "Master, according to the official demands, you'd have to personally go there and apologize with thorns on your back. Are you really planning to do that?"
Tiangang chuckled. "Does anyone in the government know me? Do they know exactly who's in charge of Kengtou Base?"
Dizang thought for a moment, then shook his head. "In theory, they shouldn't."
Kengtou Base had always kept a mysterious image. Not to mention the government—even the surrounding bases only knew that the head of Kengtou Base might be called Tiangang.
No one knew what Tiangang actually looked like.
Any base that had provoked Kengtou Base had been taught a lesson, but the people who dealt with them had never been higher than the rank of Guardian.
Tiangang had never needed to step in. As the base's leader, he had always kept himself shrouded in mystery. Even within Kengtou Base, plenty of people had never seen his true face.
Besides, Tiangang himself possessed a skill called Myriad Forms.
Aside from the mid- and high-ranking members at or above the rank of Silver-robed Envoy, it was practically impossible for anyone else to see Tiangang.
If Qingfeng was the sharpest sword at Tiangang's disposal, then Dizang was the person who knew Tiangang best.
"Master, do you mean to send someone in your place to explain things to the government?"
Tiangang chuckled. "Of all my subordinates, you're the sharpest and best at handling things. You're the right man for the job. Are you willing to make the trip for me?"
He wasn't actually asking for Dizang's opinion. It was more like he was informing him.
Though Dizang was