Zhao Fu arrived in a forest and said, "I'm here!"
A figure stepped out. It was Ziyue Wan.
Zhao Fu smiled. "What is it?"
Ziyue Wan stared at Zhao Fu with both eyes. "You've got some nerve, actually daring to come see me alone. Aren't you afraid I'll capture you and trade you for my son's life?"
Zhao Fu found it somewhat amusing. Ziyue Wan was only in the Heaven and Earth Realm, yet someone in the Heaven and Earth Realm wanted to threaten someone in the Void Realm—wasn't that a joke? Zhao Fu could subdue her easily without even using his hands.
However, Zhao Fu did not tell her that. Smiling, he said, "You can try, but I can't guarantee your son's safety."
Ziyue Wan said coldly, "Tell me! What will it take for you to spare my son?"
Several days had passed since the Eight Suns Dragon Sect's letter reached Great Qin, yet Great Qin had given no reply. This made the people of the Eight Suns Dragon Sect extremely anxious. As Long Yang's mother, Ziyue Wan could not help coming personally, hoping to settle this matter in private.
Zhao Fu chuckled. "There's nothing I want. You don't need to worry about your son either. He's doing quite well in prison right now."
Ziyue Wan inwardly breathed a sigh of relief, but her brows soon furrowed. Zhao Fu wanted nothing, which meant there was no way to get her son back.
After pondering for a while, Ziyue Wan's tone softened. "We were wrong to oppose Great Qin. Please give us one chance. We can guarantee that we will never oppose Great Qin again."
Zhao Fu gave a soft laugh. "I don't believe you."
Ziyue Wan asked, "Then what must we do for you to believe us?"
Zhao Fu