"Did you understand?" After explaining at length, the old man asked Dai Weisi for confirmation.
Although Dai Weisi had already begun considering how to fulfill his duty as an undercover agent, he understood the general gist of what the old man had said. He answered respectfully, "Senior, my Soul Power Level is still too low. Even if I overdraw my talent, I cannot attain enough combat strength to turn the tide of the battle. I beg you to deliver this White Tiger blood with me and have my father drink it. Although my father's Soul Power Level is still some distance from that of a Titled Douluo, he is already very close. If he drinks it, he will certainly be able to wipe out the enemy. And if you are willing to act as well, victory will surely be within our grasp."
In an environment where only he and the old man were present, Dai Weisi did not think he could pull off any tricks as a spy. But if they went out into that chaotic battlefield, he might find an opportunity to get his hands on that bottle of blood.
After hearing Dai Weisi's request, the old man did not answer immediately. Instead, he fell silent.
Dai Weisi was no fool. He could naturally guess that the old man was some unknown elder of his, guarding this place for certain reasons—likely bound by some oath that prevented him from leaving the treasury.
However, the fact that the other party had not immediately refused under these circumstances showed that he too knew the situation outside was far from favorable. As long as he had the current Dai Family of the Star Luo Imperial Family in mind, he would most likely follow Dai Weisi out and carve a bloody path through