Xiang Lan'er could not figure out what this senior brother wanted to discuss. Even as a bystander, she found his words deafening enough to rouse the deaf. They were plainly crude and blunt, yet somehow shook her to the core.
She could not help turning to look at him, sizing him up anew.
Mulan Qingqing also stared fixedly at him. His words had opened her eyes and ears to something new, confirming that he really was different from the disciples of other sects, and from every disciple in her own Suyuan Sect. Those people could never have said such things.
His words were wildly arrogant, yet she could feel that they came from the heart.
Viewed from the lofty heights of the great sects or the cultivation world, this man was insignificant. Yet here before her, his insignificance somehow gave the world a sense of vastness: a tiny man standing between boundless heaven and earth, evoking something she could neither explain nor name.
Steadying herself and sorting out her thoughts, she did not agree to his demand. Instead, she said, "State all your conditions together."
Shi Chun said, "I want half of Mystic Continent's forces!"
Xiang Lan'er was bewildered again.
"..." Mulan Qingqing tilted her head, her face full of confusion. "Half of the Mystic Continent participants gathered here now?"
Shi Chun said, "Yes."
Naturally, Mulan Qingqing had to ask, "What are you planning?"
What was he planning? Shi Chun had quite a few things in mind, but naturally, he offered an entirely different explanation. "It isn't what I'm planning. You forced me into this. You left me no way back, so I can only fight for myself-for a guarantee from the Mystic Continent Regional Lord for Wandering Rosy Clouds Mountain."
Connecting this with his demand for manpower, Mulan Qingqing