Yue Shen Decided to Give Herself to Him

As one of the few in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan who favored surrender, Yu Luomian could hardly speak his mind.

If he spoke ill of Qin Xuan, he would only be asking for trouble.

If he spoke well of Qin Xuan, he would draw the hostility of the Clear Sky Sect, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and even the Soul Master Guild. Better to say nothing.

Finally, Ning Fengzhi turned to Sword Douluo and Da Siming. "What about Uncle Sword and Your Excellency Blood Hand?"

Sword Douluo replied flatly, "I agree with Lady Yue Shen."

Da Siming showed Ning Fengzhi no courtesy at all. She lightly swept a lock of hair from her forehead, her disgust undisguised. "I answer only to Lady Dongjun and Lady Yue Shen. Nothing else concerns me."

She hated scheming hypocrites like him most of all: men who smiled to your face, had no real ability, and plotted behind your back.

Sensing her disgust, Ning Fengzhi pressed his lips together. He did not take it to heart and asked no more questions.

He had learned almost everything he wanted to know.

And the results were favorable.

The Clear Sky Sect was full of hostility toward Qin Xuan and even Spirit Hall.

The Soul Master Guild had not declared its position, and Blood Hand Douluo clearly disliked him, but the guild had a grudge against Spirit Hall. They were bound to be enemies.

As for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Luomian's stance mattered little. As he himself had said, Yu Yuanzhen had sent him merely to make up the numbers. Yu Yuanzhen was the one who truly called the shots.

And Yu Yuanzhen had never bowed to any power, including the two empires and Spirit Hall.

It seemed an alliance between the