"Fu Hai!"
"Dad!!"
The newcomer was Murong Fuhai. Everyone hurriedly bowed in greeting.
"Greetings, Marshal Murong!!!"
Murong Fuhai waved a hand, and Murong Huai stepped forward, beaming. "Dad, what brings you here?"
Murong Fuhai smiled and glanced at Wu Xianyun and Murong Huai. "I heard you were short a negotiator, so here I am."
Murong Huai froze, then caught on. He'd completely forgotten that his father was the man who had forced two great empires to sign a truce all by himself at the negotiating table. Compared with him, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's negotiator was an amateur.
"Huai'er, now that your father's here, you can relax," Wu Xianyun added.
Everyone took their seats, and Murong Fuhai said, "Huai'er, Xianyun, tell me what we need to accomplish in these negotiations."
"I don't know the details, so you'd better ask Huai'er." Wu Xianyun waved a hand.
Murong Huai didn't refuse. "Dad, Mom, this negotiation has two parts. First, we need to make the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect submit to Spirit Hall. Second, we need to arrange the weapons sale. Of course, if they refuse the first, there's no point pursuing the second."
"Mm, I understand. Whether Spirit Hall trades with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect depends on whether they submit to Spirit Hall. Getting them to submit won't be difficult. Leave it to me," Murong Fuhai said without hesitation.
Murong Huai stared at him. "Huh? What? Getting the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to submit is simple?"
Murong Fuhai nodded. "Of course. But we'll have to show them the Red Barbarian Cannon."
"How can we do that? The Red Barbarian Cannon is a strategic weapon. How can we bring it out for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to see?" Wu Xianyun objected.
Murong Fuhai shook his head.