"The Jia Family had a long history. It had existed since the Spiritual Qi Resurgence in the Cold Plum World. How could a mere Yan Sha Sect possibly shake it so easily?"
"My husband is a favorite of the Southern Governor-General."
"I'm a Nascent Soul Cultivator. What right does a mere Golden Core junior like you have to challenge me?"
"My husband is a favorite of the Southern Governor-General."
"..."
Jia Fugui said more in one breath than he had in the past ten years combined, hoping the Yan Sha Sect would obediently withdraw.
But no matter what he said, the woman opposite him just kept repeating the same airy line.
It made him feel as if his fists were pounding cotton. The frustration was unbearable.
And in this endless war of words, he ultimately failed to protect the dignity of a Nascent Soul Family.
So Jia Fugui decided to throw dignity to the wind and asked bluntly:
"Tell me, what does the Yan Sha Sect want?"
"Anything my Jia Family has, I can provide. I can even help you attack other Cultivation Sects or Cultivation Families."
Jia Fugui was old and shrewd, and knew when to avoid a sharp edge.
He didn't know why Nan Cang, the Governor-General, had taken Yan He under his wing, but as long as the latter remained useful, he had to show the Yan Sha Sect the proper respect and avoid trouble if he could.
And if he couldn't avoid it, couldn't he just redirect the calamity elsewhere?
Hearing his answer, Ye Muyu finally nodded in satisfaction and smiled.
"Head of the Jia Family, you're refreshingly straightforward. Shall we talk somewhere private?"
Jia Fugui couldn't have been happier. He agreed without hesitation.
In a villa on the outskirts of Ronghan Prefecture, a private estate