March 7th: "I told you, didn't I? This guy isn't that easy to win over. How about I handle it instead?"
Changye Yue: "Shut up! I refuse to believe it today!"
Changye Yue took a deep breath, tried hard to calm herself down, put on an expression as if nothing had happened, and walked over to Mo Wang.
"Speaking of which, you were gone for so long recently. What did you go do? Did you run into anything interesting?"
She tried her best to make her tone sound like casual small talk.
Mo Wang spread his hands, looking completely relaxed. "Nothing much. I just went over to the Xianzhou Alliance to ask about Jingliu."
Changye Yue was a little curious. "So how did it go?"
The moment she asked that, Mo Wang's face fell, and he said indignantly, "Just talking about it makes me mad. I wanted to bring Jingliu onto our train, but those guys actually wouldn't allow it!"
Changye Yue froze for a moment. "And then?"
"Then I just beat all those people up, and then they gave in."
Changye Yue opened her mouth, and for a moment, she did not even know where to start.
You're a mighty Aeon. Fine, you ran onto someone else's turf to demand a person, but why did you go straight to fighting? Could the Xianzhou Alliance even withstand that?
Mo Wang waved a hand, utterly unconcerned. "It wasn't much of a problem. I just made them lie in bed for a few hundred years or so. It's fine. Xianzhou natives live long anyway."
Changye Yue was even more speechless.
Making their higher-ups lie in bed for a few hundred years—how was that any different from crippling the Xianzhou Alliance outright?
Just as Changye Yue was about to continue, Mo Wang's gaze