At this moment, an elder said in a low voice, "Perhaps we can drag a few Cosmic Vein people and throw them into the prison..."
He could not continue halfway through.
If they threw Cosmic Vein people into the prison, would that not force Ying Sanmeng to become even more unwilling to come out?
Just as Sikong Jing had said, the more Ying Sanmeng and Teng Yue displayed their resolve to die together with the enemy, the more Chai Jiu and the others would fear them and dare not act rashly...
Both the Cosmic Vein and Demon Vein inheritances might have fallen into Ying Sanmeng and Teng Yue's hands. Who would dare gamble recklessly?
Chai Jiu's fists clenched, then loosened, then clenched again...
"No, we must give Ying Sanmeng something. We can't keep pushing him."
"The more anxious he is, the more fiercely he'll charge ahead. We must restore his soft-heartedness and make him calm down."
As Chai Jiu muttered to himself, he finally opened his eyes wide and said, "Tell Ying Sanmeng that we can refrain from killing anyone from the Cosmic Vein. We can even return the Cosmic Vein people in our hands to him, on the condition that... he hands Black Scale, the demon, over to us."
What Chai Jiu thought now was: first get hold of the Demon Vein inheritance, then talk.
At the same time, as he had muttered to himself, they had to say something conciliatory so Ying Sanmeng would not become anxious and impulsive, so that Ying Sanmeng would soften his heart.
In Chai Jiu's eyes, Ying Sanmeng was currently in an impulsive state. As long as he softened, he would calm down; once he calmed down, he would grow softer still. Then he would not be able to bear watching all the