At the butler's words—
Lin Cheng's brows rose slightly and he smiled, while Tie Zhuang's expression immediately grew somewhat awkward.
There was already a veiled reminder—even a warning—in the butler's words.
Do not try to use outside forces to smooth this matter over. That was the meaning the butler was conveying.
"Butler, I merely..." Tie Zhuang tried to explain.
But the butler waved a hand and said calmly, "Either comply with the Lin Family's demands, or you can try provoking the Lin Family's strength. If you possess the strength or backing to crush—or even destroy—the Lin Family, then naturally there will be no issue. Otherwise... I advise you to calm down."
Clearly, the butler believed they had come looking for trouble.
Tie Zhuang could only smile bitterly.
Ten million Heavenly River Coins was practically an astronomical sum to him.
Even Quasi-Emperors would find it difficult to gather that much. For an Immortal Emperor, it would likely require nearly their entire fortune—and perhaps still not be enough.
Unless an Immortal Emperor went all out, selling every treasure they possessed in exchange for Heavenly River Coins.
And that was clearly impossible.
No Immortal Emperor would pay such a tremendous price for him.
Though there seemed to be a sliver of hope, despair far outweighed it in truth.
Moreover, even if he met those demands, his son would still have to remain with the Lin Family and serve as a servant for a thousand years.
Only then would their grievances be considered settled.
Compared to that, although the Lin Family's demands were excessive, they could still be considered relatively merciful. Had it been another family, they would likely have killed him without another word.
The item his son had damaged might not have been some precious treasure, but it held immense value to