Wu Jinliang did not like the sound of that and shot back, "What's wrong with selling to nine sects? If we don't, will they just let us off?"
His meaning was simple: since they were in trouble either way, they might as well make a killing first.
That was exactly what Shi Chun had in mind. In their current predicament, the two of them thought alike.
Still, Shi Chun raised a hand to stop Wu Jinliang and asked Young Master Nan, "Are you afraid of the Ten Great Sects?"
The question had Young Master Nan scratching at his mustache. "Now that you ask, I really don't know how to answer. It depends on what you mean. In strength and influence, I certainly can't match them. But if you mean whether they can provoke me at will when they're in the wrong, they might not come out much ahead."
Having known him for so long, Shi Chun naturally understood something of his background and knew those were no empty words. His ancestor's reputation still retained some warmth, and certain people would still show him consideration at critical moments.
Precisely for that reason, Shi Chun said decisively, "Help me swallow it."
"..." Young Master Nan's eyes widened so far they nearly popped out. Then he waved both hands. "You think far too highly of me. I wouldn't dare provoke people at the Ten Great Sects' level. One sect would be one thing, but all ten represent practically the entire Artifact Refining World. Even Qian She, whose family still has someone in office, suffered at their hands. Who the hell am I?"
"What are you looking at? Keep copying." Shi Chun first snapped at Tong Mingshan, who had stopped writing to listen, then told Young Master Nan, "Here's how it works. We'll settle