Li Ziran's Way of Negotiating

Cavis's careless mockery did not anger Li Ziran. Instead, it made him somewhat excited.

This proved that it was not some glimpse into the future, nor had he fallen into some trap. His risk in entering the Inquisition's heartland had been the right choice.

"Master, are you saying it's impossible for me to become renowned across the world?" Li Ziran deliberately asked, hoping to provoke him.

"It's possible!" Cavis still wore that mocking, strange grin, but in an instant, the smile vanished. His entire face tightened as he kicked a bronze judgment plate before Li Ziran and said coldly, "Take a good look at yourself. You can't even protect the two women beside you, yet you dream of being renowned across the world? Li Ziran, I despise selfish people like you most. I can tell you plainly: when your Beauty Salon exploded, I told Ivy and the others to leave. But those foolish girls desperately insisted on preserving your work. Heh, do you think you deserve that?"

Li Ziran froze. He had not known any of this. He had only instinctively assumed that the Corpse Witch's explosion had destroyed the Beauty Salon and that Ivy and the others had been captured alive by Shadow Elder.

"They wanted to stay?"

"Heh, are you showing off your masculine charm?" Cavis sneered. "Do you know that they gave up their eligibility for the Inquisition's selection of holy maidens for you? That is the Inquisition's highest honor. Your so-called theories of money corrupted the kind hearts of three girls and ruined their road of pilgrimage. Li Ziran, to be honest, I don't want to see you at all. I don't even want to judge you. Do you know that? Your soul is so filthy it makes me want to vomit."

Li Ziran said nothing.