Xue Qinghe smiled. "The Holy Son must be joking. The Heaven Dou Empire would never do such a thing. Sect Master Ning came today purely to pay a visit to my father."
"Is that so?" Su Wen looked at Emperor Xue Ye. "In that case, Your Majesty, why not give me something as a token of goodwill between Spirit Hall and the Heaven Dou Empire?"
That bastard! How had it become a matter of me compensating him instead of Spirit Hall?!
Emperor Xue Ye's expression darkened. The initiative had slipped from his hands.
Ning Fengzhi's expression shifted as well.
"What is it? From the looks of it, Your Majesty is unwilling. Then can I take it that today's a trap set by the Heaven Dou Empire to attack me?"
"There should be a large force of Soul Masters gathered outside, right?"
"I wonder whether they'll get here first, or whether the fighting here will end first. Or perhaps Your Majesty really thinks you can count on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
Su Wen patted Xue Qinghe's shoulder several times, every word laced with menace. Xue Qinghe managed a strained smile. "Holy Son, I think you've truly misunderstood..."
Su Wen said, "Whether I've misunderstood depends on whether Emperor Xue Ye is sincere!"
Seeing Su Wen's actions, Emperor Xue Ye felt his heart tighten. Xue Qinghe could be in danger at any moment.
He didn't dare say another word. If anything happened to Xue Qinghe—
His life would be a failure, and he would go down as the most incompetent emperor in the history of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Emperor Xue Ye sighed inwardly. Not only had he failed to get compensation, now he had to compensate someone else. That was the difference in strength. The tables had turned far too