"Do you fellow Daoists have any interest?"
Xia Huanyu looked again at Duan Wuqing, the Holy Dragon Clan Crown Prince, the Sky Serpent Crown Prince, the black-robed man, the heir of the Ninth Heaven Limit-Breaking Hall, and the other heirs of Overlord-level factions.
None of them had expected Xia Huanyu to extend an olive branch to them.
"I have a grudge against that person," the black-robed man said with a smile.
"The fact that you are still alive means the grudge between you is not that deep," Xia Huanyu said, as though he had everything firmly in his grasp.
The black-robed man smiled eerily. "Can I take that to mean that if he had wanted to kill me, I would have died long ago?"
"Of course you can understand it that way," Xia Huanyu replied with a smile.
The black-robed man narrowed his eyes. "Oh? Now that you put it that way, I am even more interested in him!"
"Your methods are special. You can provoke anyone, but... there are a select few who are exceptions. The one you speak of is one of them—and one of the most dangerous," Xia Huanyu said.
The black-robed man answered with silence, smiling without a word.
Xia Huanyu looked at the others. "And you? I can see that each of you possesses extraordinary talent. It has stirred my desire to recruit talent."
Duan Wuqing, the Sky Serpent Crown Prince, the Holy Dragon Clan Crown Prince, and the others did not answer directly. They did not know how to respond.
The Overlord-level beings of the Eighteenth Heaven all wore different expressions. Was the Black Hand Organization poaching their people right in front of them?
"And what about Fairy Qiuer?" Xia Huanyu turned to Xia Qiuer again.
"Ah? Me?" Xia Qiuer had been somewhat distracted.