Tang Feng merely smiled at the man before him and said nothing.
"Elder Ye Lin, this matter is difficult to handle. I understand how you feel. How about this—I'll go back and discuss it with my ancestor."
"Wait for my news, then. We'll see what my ancestor says."
"Don't worry, I'll be the first to—"
Before he could finish, Ye Lin beckoned, and Azure Frost appeared on the table.
"What do you mean by this?"
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes at Ye Lin, a dangerous gleam flashing through them.
"If you keep blowing hot air, I'll kill you."
Ye Lin spoke slowly.
His tone was very light, as though he were merely describing some commonplace matter.
Yet the middle-aged man heard towering killing intent within it.
This fellow really would make a move.
"Wang Wu, let's talk terms. Elder Ye Lin truly will kill you, and we're both from the Myriad Heavens Divine Sect. I'll help Elder Ye Lin too."
"Whether you can leave this place then will still be a question."
"Speak. How much are you giving us?"
Tang Feng raised his brows and looked at Wang Wu in the distance with a half-smile.
"Ahem, after all, my Supreme Heavenly Palace lost a Daluo Golden Immortal. This is a major matter, I—"
Before Wang Wu could finish, Tang Feng's eyelids lifted, and a terrifying pressure bore down upon him.
"Alright, alright, I yield. I completely yield."
Wang Wu raised both hands and waved them repeatedly.
"Fine, how about this? I'll give each of you three million jin of Great Luo Divine Source. How does that sound?"
Wang Wu held up three fingers and spoke in a low voice.
Tang Feng merely shook his head slightly.
A flicker of confusion passed through Ye Lin's eyes, but he remained silent.