Watching Ming Zhaoshu, Lu Yin shook his head. "The Inner and Outer Universe are cut off from each other. Does that so-called ten-year agreement still mean anything? You don't care about the Outer Universe as it is now."
"But I care about you." Ming Zhaoshu's gaze burned as he looked at Lu Yin. "In just two years, you've reached this level. Give you another two, ten, or twenty years, and you'll become a powerhouse that commands the attention of me—and the entire universe. Your worth has already surpassed that of Shenwu Continent itself. I'm certain of it."
Lu Yin said nothing. His mind was still in turmoil; what had happened with Ming Yan made it impossible for him to think clearly. His clash with Ming Zhaoshu just now had been more like venting than trying to gain the upper hand in their negotiations. He wasn't that heartless. He couldn't simply let go.
"Have you seen Yan'er?" Ming Zhaoshu asked.
Lu Yin's eyes narrowed. "Did you have Night King Changfeng approach her?"
Ming Zhaoshu scoffed. "I, Ming Zhaoshu, would never use my daughter as a bargaining chip. I made that ten-year agreement with you in the first place because Yan'er liked you. Unless she likes someone, she will never be a bargaining chip. You underestimate me."
Lu Yin believed him. Everyone had a different Aura, and Ming Zhaoshu's was like that of an emperor clad in imperial robes: a presence beyond the ordinary, with an emperor's vision. He wasn't so short-sighted.
"I know what those people from the White Night Clan are up to. I couldn't stop Night King Changfeng from deliberately approaching Yan'er. You understand better than most what the Night King Clan is like. Shenwu Continent can't afford to offend them. But Changfeng isn't a man of ill intent,