Xuanyuan Buqi's expression was unpleasant, and Qian Zhong's was even worse. "What the hell is wrong with you? What could I possibly mean?"
True Lord Buqi was exceptionally sharp in both intellect and social awareness. He instantly realized—he had blamed the wrong person.
Still, he was somewhat puzzled. "That person... has nothing to do with you?"
"Heh." Qian Zhong returned his question with a cold laugh, but refused to say another word. Aren't you good at calculating? Then calculate it properly.
But Xuanyuan Buqi really could humble himself. The Xuanyuan Clan's reputation was indeed formidable, but once the doors were closed, a true man could bend and stretch as needed—for the sake of the clan, wasn't making sacrifices only natural?
So he clasped his hands and spoke solemnly. "I was presumptuous earlier. I hope True Lord of the Yao Clan will be understanding."
"Why should I be understanding?" Qian Zhong replied with a smile. "I dare not accept the greetings of the foremost clan."
Go ahead and keep throwing your weight around, Xuanyuan Buqi thought fiercely, though his expression remained unchanged. He tested the waters. "Is that person from Little Friend Feng's sect?"
"Of course," Qian Zhong answered casually. She had paid five Extreme Spirit Stones to spy on that mirror. Though she disliked the Xuanyuan Clan, she did not want to see them repeat the same mistake. In the end, these clan powers were all connected by ties too deep to sever.
Even as she warned him, she did not forget to mock herself. "How could my Yao Clan possibly have someone above Spirit Severing?"
"Above Spirit Severing?" Xuanyuan Buqi caught the key point instantly. No wonder the Xuanyuan Clan had endured for so long—they truly possessed that kind of fortune. Whenever difficult times came, someone always stepped up