"Today's matter may sound absurd, but this is the first time I, Fu Yan, have asked for help. I'm not asking you to fight—only to create some momentum and make Qingyang Sect wary!"
Inside the main hall of Slanting Moon Pavilion, Fu Yan stood before the crowd and spoke loudly.
At this moment, he was completely unlike a dignified Slanting Moon Soldier. His attitude was respectful, without the slightest impatience. Instead, hope filled his eyes as he wished for the people before him to lend their aid.
"Create momentum? That means going against Qingyang Sect. Lord Fu Yan, I think you should ask someone else!"
"We can't afford to offend Qingyang Sect. What you say sounds nice—we only need to follow behind—but I'm afraid they'll retaliate afterward!"
"That's right, Lord Fu Yan. Please stop asking us. We're just insignificant people; we can't afford to provoke a major force like Qingyang Sect!"
There were several hundred people in the hall. Though Fu Yan's attitude was sincere, they repeatedly waved their hands, terrified that disaster might cling to them.
"As long as anyone agrees to help, I, Fu Yan, will owe them a favor. No matter what grudges or enmities you may have, as long as it is within my power, I will never refuse!"
Seeing their attitude, Fu Yan continued.
Owing someone a favor was an enormous promise. A promise from a peak Heaven-Slaying Realm Slanting Moon Soldier could instantly forge a family comparable to the Chu Family in a small place like Desert City—one no one could replace.
It could also make someone the richest person overnight, with a fortune beyond measure.
After all, the Slanting Moon Supreme Domain was a place where strength reigned supreme. If Desert City did not have Qingyang Sect, then a Slanting Moon Soldier