As he spoke, Chen Mo made no attempt to hide his intentions, unleashing his full aura.
An aura as heavy as a mountain range blanketed the entire scene.
Everyone in the castle felt as though they could not breathe, their expressions changing drastically.
The servants with little strength collapsed directly to the ground, their faces filled with terror.
Before long, all the core members of the Babite Family gathered atop the castle, staring solemnly at Chen Mo floating in the air.
"You're not from the Wage Continent!" A stern-looking middle-aged man stepped to the front and looked directly at Chen Mo.
Hearing this, a flicker of surprise passed through Chen Mo's eyes.
"So, you've seen other people from the outside world?"
"Many outsiders come here every year," the middle-aged man replied.
Then he asked in all seriousness, "Why did you go to such great lengths to summon me here? What do you want?!"
"I want to take a look at your noble house's cultivation methods."
Seeing the other party instinctively preparing to refuse, Chen Mo continued before he could.
"Of course, I won't let you suffer a loss. I'm willing to exchange my own cultivation methods for them."
"An exchange..."
The middle-aged man pondered.
Ignoring the expressions of those behind him, he ultimately nodded.
"Fine~"
Chen Mo's aura was simply too terrifying.
As the City Lord of Babite City and the Family Head of the Babite Family, Menggete had no confidence in defeating Chen Mo.
Or rather, he believed he could never possess such a horrifying aura himself.
Circumstances were stronger than men!
If he refused at a time like this, then judging by the attitude Chen Mo had displayed, Chen Mo would certainly resort to force.
The Babite Family would then suffer devastating losses.
There was more than one