"What kind of joke is this?"
Others might give Zhang Junxuan some face, but Jin Yanhua gave him none at all. She strode forward, tossed the Taixu Bracelet back, and sneered, "I know the Divine Firmament Thunder Method too. I can forge Divine Weapons by the dozen. And you call this little bit sincerity?"
"General Jin."
Though Jin Yanhua was exceedingly discourteous, Zhang Junxuan remained polite. He cupped his hands and said, "This humble Daoist knows that you share an extraordinary relationship with True Lord Xuanjing, and also knows that seeking your forgiveness may be asking too much. But Xuanchen—the swordsman who attacked Ming Guangchen—is truly as close to me as my own flesh and blood. This humble Daoist had no choice but to try."
"If these mundane worldly objects cannot catch the general's and Heavenly Fate's eye, this humble Daoist also possesses certain reserves that may be offered in exchange. But they are not things that can be brought out lightly, and cannot be displayed here..."
"W-What extraordinary relationship..."
Jin Yanhua's tone caught, and she waved her hands repeatedly. Seeing this, An Jing sighed and took over, saying, "You know Shangxuan Sect's reputation yourselves. If I shouted, 'Beat up those Shangxuan mongrels!' I'm afraid everyone here would swarm over to beat you up."
"This humble Daoist does not fear it," Zhang Junxuan said solemnly.
"I advise you to fear it a little." An Jing was genuinely speechless now.
Zhang Junxuan, Daoist Donghua—perhaps this man really was powerful, but he clearly had no social awareness. Earlier, An Jing had suspected that he had openly come to discuss something best discussed in private because he wanted to use the occasion to exert pressure. But now it seemed he simply did not understand when he ought to say what.
To say nothing