Baiyue Phoenix

"Whether we make the trade is decided with a single word. Why waste time dithering?"

Seeing the black-robed figure outside the formation hesitate, Jian Shang said unhappily in a deep voice.

"Good! As long as King Wuhuan keeps his promise, my tribe naturally won't break the agreement!"

Lan Fenghuang's delicate face changed several times beneath her black robe before she replied solemnly.

"Your Highness?!"

The Withered Glory Priest, Li Yin, felt his heart sink and called out with complicated emotions.

"Let it be! Our tribe can no longer withstand the losses of another calamity! Being able to recover our Sacred Item and recuperate in some secluded corner is already good enough!"

Lan Fenghuang sighed inwardly and replied forlornly and helplessly. After a pause, she continued calmly, "Please release my people, King Wuhuan!"

"Of course!"

Jian Shang hesitated for a moment but ultimately chose to trust her.

As soon as he finished speaking, the enormous Eight-Gate Heaven-Locking Formation suddenly vanished, turning into a several-foot-wide formation diagram that shot into Jian Shang's body...

"My lord?!"

Jian Shang put away the Eight-Gate Heaven-Locking Formation and revealed himself. The Wuhuan people inside the formation naturally appeared as well. Zhao Deping hurried over and reminded him in a low voice.

"It's fine! Honesty and trust are what matter most when people work together and come to know one another, especially since we may have to work together in the future. If we lack even the most basic trust, how can we work together? Not just anyone can bear the price of breaking a promise!"

Jian Shang glanced at Lan Fenghuang and the others, then calmly gestured for the Righteous Mohist disciples controlling the assassins to release them.

Those words were meant for Zhao Deping, but also for the Baiyue King and the others.

In truth,