"You still remember him, don't you?" Lan Shiwen asked.
Bai Fugui lowered his gaze to look at him, saying nothing.
Only after a long while did he slowly speak. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"So there's nothing to discuss?" Lan Shiwen's expression turned cold, his tone growing stern. "Since our Mr. [Tuyu] refuses to cooperate, my hands are tied. Looks like I'll have to sell you to the foreigners."
"Foreigners?" Bai Fugui frowned.
"Foreigners." Lan Shiwen nodded. "That old Europa family calling themselves the Golden Clan. The Gullveigs. They should be very interested in you."
"The Gullveig family that wants to collect every supernatural entity in the world and piece together the authority of the true god [Omniscience and Omnipotence]?" Bai Fugui froze, looking thoroughly surprised. "As far as I know, old families are what Lan Shiwen hates most, followed by foreigners. I never thought someone like you would do business with a foreign old family."
Judging by the way Lan Shiwen had always acted, he would have liked nothing better than to work through the genealogies of every old-money family in the world and kill them all, preferably wiping out every last relative.
"You're wrong. Old families are now second on my list, and foreigners are third." Lan Shiwen raised a finger and wagged it. "The one I hate most is Ning Zhe."
"The Ascendant who brought [Taiyi] under his control?" Bai Fugui thought for a moment, then sighed. "My memories of him aren't
very complete, so I'm a little curious. What exactly did this guy do to make you hate him so much?"
Enough that, to get rid of Ning Zhe, he would even throw in his lot with religious fanatics like the Gullveig family, who called themselves the Golden Clan?
"Nothing much. Just destroy the