Now, only two paths lay before him.
The first was to agree, and then discuss what came next.
The second was to refuse.
There was no harm in agreeing. The two of them could work together to dissolve the hatred between their clans.
Though it would be difficult, it was not without hope.
If he refused, the relationship between the two clans would worsen.
And not merely by a little.
At such a sensitive time, the ancestor himself had emerged from seclusion to mediate and had taken the initiative to lower his head.
If he refused—
Then what followed would be blades and war.
The two clans might well go to war completely in this era.
He did not want to see such a scene.
The Heaven-Devouring Toad Clan and the Mystic Soul Dragon Clan were evenly matched. Both possessed unfathomably deep foundations; neither was weaker than the other.
Otherwise, they would not have fought for so many years.
The Mystic Soul Dragon Clan could not decline in his hands.
If the two clans went to war, either one side would decline, or both sides would decline. No one would gain anything.
"I understand."
"I will carefully consider your proposal."
Having said that, Ning Po slowly rose to his feet.
Yet the instant he stood up, he felt a terrifying pressure bearing down on him from the front.
His expression shifted slightly as he raised his head and looked at Luo Yan in the distance.
"This old man personally emerged from seclusion not merely to hear a vague answer from you."
"By seniority, you are not even qualified to stand before this old man."
"If you cannot make the decision, then bring out the old fossils of your clan."
"Today, this old man must have an answer. Either peace, or