"Hehe, Ning Xiaochuan, how was it? I told you long ago that these gods in hell would not be so easily subdued. To endure bitterly in an environment like hell for tens of millions of years—the strength of their wills was simply beyond imagination. They were not people who could be persuaded so easily."
Amid the darkness, Ning Xiaochuan held Qing Ji's small hand while having to listen constantly to her muttering.
Just moments ago, he had failed to persuade Yan Quan Old Ancestor and had not been able to make him fully submit. That was why Qing Ji was now muttering without end.
As he hurried onward, Ning Xiaochuan said, "Their wills are indeed strong, but their weaknesses are equally obvious. Take Yan Quan Old Ancestor, for instance. His desire for revenge is incomparably intense. If I can let them leave hell under such circumstances, how could they possibly refuse my conditions?"
Qing Ji said in bewilderment, "But hadn't he clearly rejected your offer just now?"
"Rejected it? How come I didn't get that feeling?" Ning Xiaochuan grinned. "Yan Quan Old Ancestor merely did not directly agree to my conditions. But he absolutely did not explicitly reject me either."
"What do you mean?" Qing Ji grew even more confused.
Ning Xiaochuan said, "It is very simple. Yan Quan Old Ancestor merely wants me to prove that I have the ability to conquer him. So long as the strength I display satisfies him, he will immediately lead the Yan Quan Tribe to pledge allegiance to me. Therefore, once I conquer the other tribes in hell, Yan Quan Old Ancestor will stand on my side."
Qing Ji was somewhat speechless. "But Yan Quan Old Ancestor never said anything like that."
Ning Xiaochuan shook his head. "If such matters were laid out