Shi Mingcheng's position was crystal clear.
There was no problem with the Demon-Executing Army. There was no problem with hunting down and interrogating demon collaborators.
But Qi would investigate its own people, and Qi would interrogate its own people.
Before Jiang Wang was completely safe, there was no need to argue with Jing. No talk of whether the evidence was real or fake, or whether there was evidence at all. Not a word.
There was only one demand: hand him over!
Even if Jiang Wang was a demon collaborator, Qi would put him on public trial itself!
The people of Jing thought they were the greatest power under heaven. But if they hadn't actually fought, who did they think they were!?
At this point, even Pei Xinghe, despite his usually excellent temper, could hardly bear it.
He had spoken to Shi Mingcheng civilly, but that didn't mean Jing feared Qi. Which country under heaven did Jing fear? They had already gained the upper hand, and there was no need to press the advantage. They had merely considered the greater picture and given Qi a step to climb down from.
He hadn't expected the people of Qi to use that step to leap straight at their faces.
Enough was enough.
His expression turned cold. "Does Qi truly intend to start a war between our countries over a mere Inner Palace cultivator?"
Shi Mingcheng spread his great hand. "His Majesty wrote to me: Jiang Wang is a citizen of Qi. The safety of Qi's people is the foundation of the nation. The dignity of Qi cannot be challenged. For one of our people, Qi will not hesitate to sacrifice ten thousand!"
He glared fiercely at Pei Xinghe. "Has your Jing made ready to see ten thousand of its people die?"
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