It had to be said, Xuanyuan Buqi truly understood human nature. He had casually laid such a trap in the course of a chat.
Yi Jue's expression changed when she heard that. She was not afraid to stand up to a True Lord for her sect's interests, but being branded as "disrespectful toward a superior" was enough to give her a headache.
Still, Buqi was not the only one capable of dirty tricks. She glanced at Feng Jun. "Feng Mountain Lord, a Great Lord is threatening your client!"
"All right, the Great Lord was just joking with you, Fairy," Feng Jun said, shaking his head with a helpless laugh. "I can testify to your wholehearted devotion to protecting your sect."
Testify... Xuanyuan Buqi gave him an indifferent glance, then smiled again. "Little Friend Yi Jue's dedication to her sect nearly rivals that of a clan cultivator. I am deeply impressed. Fine, I have no intention of forcing a sale. Can you tell me what treasure it is?"
After all, this was the least imposing great power Feng Jun had ever encountered. Most cultivators, once they reached a certain level, tended to let their cultivation speak for them—like Hanhai Venerable, who generally let his sword do the talking. If one strike did not settle things, then two would.
Xuanyuan Buqi was already a True Lord, yet he was still playing games with rhetoric. His every sentence was coercive, his moves were numerous, and his reactions quick. One trap followed another, making him impossible to guard against.
If Buqi True Lord knew Feng Jun was thinking this, he would probably cry out in misery—*Did you think I wanted to do this? I have no choice! I'm carrying an entire clan on my back, and it's a clan that has occupied the top