Elder Red Mountain, Tutu, and Elder Red Mountain's other disciples all stared at Twelve Leopard with sinister expressions.
It was as if they would resort to terrifying measures the moment Twelve Leopard dared refuse.
Twelve Leopard tried hard to steady his nerves, then replied in a low voice, "Other than the matter of Princess Fennel, I can agree to everything else. But it's useless even if I agree—our young sect master has the final say."
On Sikong Jing's side, he had pushed the matter onto the fake Teng Yue. On Twelve Leopard's side, aside from insisting that he would not become the princess's consort, he pushed everything else onto Sikong Jing.
Tutu took a heavy step forward and asked coldly, "You cannot make the decision yourself?"
"No. The treasure isn't in my hands, and naturally, I have to listen to the young sect master regarding becoming a disciple."
"If possible, I should listen to my Grandpa Teng even more."
At Twelve Leopard's answer, Elder Red Mountain, Tutu, and the others' mouths twitched wildly.
At last, Tutu said with utter indifference, "What if I insist that you make the decision? What if refusing to decide means death?"
Twelve Leopard proudly raised his head and declared firmly, "I'm not even afraid of Jun Yiji. Would I fear death?"
His attitude and tone were exceedingly forceful.
These were precisely the words Sikong Jing had taught him to say. He wasn't afraid of Jun Yiji or the Sea-Chasing King, so why the hell would he fear them? At worst, it was death.
Elder Red Mountain and the others looked at each other. One hot-tempered Red Mountain disciple shouted, "Then just kill him already..."
Everyone looked at that person, their mouths twitching again.
Killing Teng Yue would be easy, but there would be no benefit