Bu Qingyan's gaze flickered slightly. When she had resolved to seek cooperation with Bai Yu, she had already poured vast resources and effort into investigating his past.
In the eyes of others, Bai Yu's reputation could be said to have rotted in the mud. But though Bu Qingyan was arrogant, she was no fool.
From the vast amount of intelligence, she discovered that although Bai Yu's actions were somewhat unorthodox, the outcomes were always the best possible choices for him in any given situation.
Whether it was the Soaring Sky Dynasty or even the middle and downstream regions, Bu Qingyan could sense a certain pattern.
Thus, when Bai Yu proposed this so-called show of sincerity, Bu Qingyan had already prepared herself mentally.
"A reliable alliance requires effort from both sides. The Feather Spirit Dynasty taking the front line is not impossible, but you must offer a price worthy of the Feather Spirit Dynasty standing at the forefront."
Bai Yu watched her and smiled faintly. When plotting for a tiger's skin, one first had to lay down a temptation—let the tiger gradually lose itself in the benefits it could see, then swallow it whole in a single bite.
Bu Qingyan was an important chess piece planted within the enemy's ranks. Though she did not possess the Sword Burial Sect's unquestionable authority, her power allowed Bai Yu to grasp ninety percent of the Sword Burial Sect's intelligence.
And now, Bai Yu intended to use her jealousy and ever-growing ambition to slowly drag Bu Qingyan into an unseen swamp. This show of sincerity was the proof that would leave her with no way back.
Hearing Bai Yu's words, Bu Qingyan's brows drew together slightly. Thinking of the resources she had gained over the years, how could someone accustomed to an extravagant life allow