Feng Jun was not swayed by Xuan Gao's words. His refusal seemed rigid and calm... even cold-blooded.
No matter how eloquently you put it, I will strictly follow my standards.
But Xuan Gao was no ordinary person. He had started making his way in society before coming of age, and he shrewdly seized on the key point. "You have no interest in joining the battle, not 'you all'?"
"There is no point nitpicking over wording at a time like this," Feng Jun replied coldly. "I value rules above all else. Whatever terms we agreed on are the terms we follow... You aren't planning to tell me how to do things, are you?"
Making an exception was not impossible, but the question was... did they have Extreme Spirit?
"Tell you how to do things... how would I dare?" Xuan Gao gave a bitter smile. "It is simply that the war situation is tense. I, Xuan Gao, have muddled through most of my life, but I am still a member of the Human Race. I want to do my part too. The Insect Race is the common enemy of both our sides..."
"Stop. You don't need to get sentimental," Feng Jun said with a casual wave. "I care most about honoring contracts. What was agreed upon is what it is. Have I ever made any unreasonable demands to alter the agreement?"
"Well... no," Xuan Gao answered with a helpless dry laugh. But you were the one who proposed those terms in the first place. There was no need to alter them, was there?
"Then just carry it out," Feng Jun said decisively. "If there are only three people who need their lifespans extended, then I will only take three production lines from you. I have always kept my word. But let me