After the Red Barbarian Cannon demonstration, everyone returned to the conference room. Ning Xiuyuan had calmed down by then, and they all understood that Spirit Hall truly had the power to destroy any force on the continent.
They had no advantage whatsoever against Spirit Hall. Seeing this, Murong Fuhai spoke directly:
"Sect Master Ning, you've all seen what you needed to see. I won't waste time with unnecessary words. Make your choice.
Remember, don't make the wrong one."
Ning Xiuyuan and the others exchanged glances, each seeing the bitterness in the others' eyes. Ning Xiuyuan understood that they had no choice but to submit to Spirit Hall—unless they were willing to let the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect be swallowed by endless cannon fire.
If they submitted now, there would at least be a chance of survival. It was humiliating, but far better than having their sect wiped out. A wise man knew how to read the situation, and Spirit Hall had already shown mercy by not leveling the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with cannon fire.
Ning Xiuyuan sighed, then looked at them. "Marshal Murong, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can submit to Spirit Hall. But if Spirit Hall ever leads us to ruin, we'll leave without hesitation and find our own way to survive.
"After all, as sect master, I can't stand by and watch our disciples die for nothing. That is our bottom line."
Seeing this, Murong Fuhai spread his hands and looked at Murong Huai.
"Son, the matter's settled, so I'm no longer needed here. You can handle the rest yourselves. There's still business at the Military Camp, so I'll be off."
"Thanks, Dad."
Murong Fuhai nodded, then waved to Wu Xianyun. "Xianyun, I'm off."
She nodded. Murong Fuhai left the sanctuary and led several