Shareholders, original equity...
Bai Wuyan had never heard these terms before. From the context, she roughly guessed their meaning, but she disliked people who spoke in riddles and vague half-truths. She made Xiang Yuan explain himself clearly.
It was not difficult to explain. In the end, it was nothing more than the laws and principles of the Heavenly Dao.
King Frieza was a specific example. He held a vast amount of original equity and was not constrained by the Heavenly Court. He could support whichever Celestial Emperor he wished, and even if they knew they were being used, they would not dare make a scene.
Xiang Yuan compared Bai Wuyan to King Frieza of the Heavenly God Realm. Nominally, she would be the Queen Mother of the West and hold original equity. Her divine position would not restrict her; she would transcend all shackles and come and go freely. On the surface, she would be a god, but in truth, she would cultivate immortality.
The man was quite eloquent. Having eaten well and seen much, with successful examples to draw upon, he laid out his case with great clarity.
And with both hands gesturing, like the forceful sweeps of an orator's arms, his words became all the more persuasive.
"Put your hands back. Who told you to stop?"
"Oh."
Xiang Yuan returned his hands and obediently placed them on Bai Wuyan's thighs.
"Words alone prove nothing. Why should I believe you?"
"Palace Master Bai, you know me. I've got a buttload of clout in the Heavenly Sect—my word carries more weight than the Sect Master's. If you still don't believe me, Xiang can swear an oath right now."
"..." ×2
That "Yellow Heaven above" routine might fool Chan'er, but Bai Wuyan did not believe such nonsense. She told Xiang Yuan