After a warm and friendly exchange with Ji Qin, Ji Ming quickly found an excuse to send his younger sister away.
As soon as Ji Qin left, the atmosphere inside the Sword Workshop turned cold and tense again.
Su Yuan's side remained calm and unruffled, while Ji Ming's side sat on pins and needles. The difference in their standing was impossible to miss.
"Tell me, what do you want us to do?"
Ji Ming's voice was low and serious.
"Let's get this straight first. My Chaotic Sword Hall may have no choice but to submit to you, but we're still a righteous sect."
"If you want us to do anything wicked, we absolutely won't agree!"
Su Yuan didn't beat around the bush. He said evenly,
"It's simple. Hand over all of Chaotic Sword Hall's core flying sword modification techniques. I want to read through every one of them."
Ji Ming had expected Su Yuan to make an outrageous demand, but when he heard what it was, his heart still sank.
Seeing his concern, Su Yuan explained,
"Relax. I won't plagiarize Chaotic Sword Hall's core techniques. I'll only use them for reference."
"Besides, if I'm not mistaken, most of your core techniques were affected by that racing accident and can't be used commercially anymore."
"Otherwise, how would a major sect like Chaotic Sword Hall have ended up as an illegal modification shop?"
"Our Yuan Sect is a proper, legal Demonic Cult. We won't use illegal techniques to make money, so don't worry."
After hearing Su Yuan out, the current master of Chaotic Sword Hall lowered his head in dejection.
He had to admit that Su Yuan was right.
So what if Chaotic Sword Hall's techniques had never been lost?
No matter how advanced, forbidden technology could only be swept into the