Su Xin had already had the conflict between the Golden Tent Khanate's Eight Imperial Clans and the Kungjia Sect thoroughly investigated back when he had not yet fallen out with Great Zhou.
At the time, Su Xin had intended to use it when Great Zhou launched its counteroffensive against the Golden Tent Khanate. But now that he had turned against Great Zhou, the information had naturally become useless—who would have thought it would prove valuable this time?
Su Xin looked at Chiliege and said indifferently, "I can kill Erduo, but I dislike trouble, which is why I came to you.
"Of course, your Kungjia Sect may choose to sit atop the mountain and watch the tigers fight. But you must also be prepared to bear the consequences.
"Once this matter grows out of hand, I would not mind mobilizing the full strength of the Northwest Circuit to forcibly attack the Golden Tent Khanate, turning a private grudge directly into a war between nations.
"When the Golden Tent Khanate is awash in blood, I do not know whether Great Zhou will kick a man when he is down. But among the dead will be members of the Eight Imperial Clans—and followers of your Kungjia Sect as well.
"Join hands with me, and you will gain a whole Golden Tent Khanate. Otherwise, I cannot say what this will become."
Su Xin's words were a threat, but with his strength, Chiliege could do nothing about it.
After a long silence, Chiliege finally said, "After killing Erduo, will you truly refrain from making another move against the Golden Tent Khanate?"
Su Xin retorted, "What benefit is there for me in attacking the Golden Tent Khanate? Even striking at Great Zhou would be more worthwhile than attacking the Golden Tent Khanate.
"I have no intention