At his words.
Cheng Buzheng, hidden within a fold of the void, could not help but let out a sigh of relief.
It was not that Cheng Buzheng had not been nervous.
This escalating high-stakes gamble—especially the final, showpiece demand to seize the Myriad Manifestations Pure Source River—had likewise been a gamble.
If the other side had truly been forced into abandoning the transaction, he would not even have had the chance to share in this opportunity.
Now that the dust had settled and the other party had been confirmed to have ultimately chosen the transaction rather than refusal, the invisible boulder weighing upon his heart finally fell away in silence.
The "breath" he exhaled was the release of pressure, an instinctive reaction to winning the gamble.
Good. Nothing unexpected happened.
Though he had been highly confident, how could the human heart be so easily fathomed?
Even with peerless schemes and flawless deductions, the human heart remained the greatest variable.
Especially an unfathomable old monster like the High Priest, who had lived for countless years—his cunning and depth were like a black hole, impossible to see to the bottom.
Though Cheng Buzheng's confidence came from his analysis of the information, that did not mean he was blindly arrogant.
Acknowledging unknown risks was a fundamental quality of top-tier cultivators.
What was more, Cheng Buzheng could put himself in the other's shoes and understand the value of the Myriad Manifestations Pure Source River. Even he would regard it as a supreme treasure if he obtained it.
Precisely because he understood its immense value, he could better appreciate the unimaginable heartache and resentment surely hidden beneath the High Priest's calm exterior.
Putting himself in the other's place, how difficult must it have been to force the other party to relinquish such a precious