"What, you're trying to tell me what to do?!"
Xiang Tiange's eyes blazed with fury, and the energy around him churned violently.
"Young Patriarch!"
The Xiang Family disciples finally arrived, quickly surrounding the flying vessel.
"So what if we are?!"
Mu Xiu knew he couldn't back down now. He raised his right foot and stamped lightly.
Crack!!
In an instant, everyone was pulled into a pitch-black space. A formation disk glowing with purple light unfolded around Mu Xiu, enveloping Xiang Tiange and the others.
"Tianji Qimen!!"
Xiang Tiange's expression changed sharply, and his confidence faltered.
He'd still been holding on to a sliver of hope that perhaps he'd run into a phone scam. But now that he'd seen the Tianji Qimen, he realized at once that these people really did have close ties to Yi Tianji.
"Yi Tianji!?"
The Xiang Family disciples trembled, hurriedly looking around with wary eyes.
"Benefactor Xiang, you'd best think this over carefully!"
Master San Nong stared at the giant axe before him and tried turning around as he said, "Will you choose to drag your entire clan down with you, or spend ten years studying the Supreme Heavenly Book?"
He tried—and successfully turned around.
Seeing that the other man wasn't doing anything rash, he finally let out the breath he'd been holding. The man had probably been bluffed, after all. He relaxed the hand he'd had on the summon button.
Then he left them with a profound silhouette, strode back onto the flying vessel, and never once deigned to look Xiang Tiange in the eye.
Xiang Tiange could only watch him go. He was furious, but didn't dare bring his axe down.
Yi Tianji's reputation was simply too fearsome. He truly didn't dare gamble with the lives of his clansmen.
Most importantly...
They were offering