Everyone turned their heads and stared coldly at Yun Yun. If the Misty Cloud Sect Master refused to fall in line, they would not mind killing her on the spot.
"Submit or be made to submit? Is there any difference?"
Her icy words spread through the hall, and a trace of desolation appeared on Yun Yun's exquisite face.
Everything that had happened in the secret chamber remained deeply etched in her mind, impossible to dispel.
"Of course there's a difference." Fan Tian tapped the table. "Submitting means I do it. Being made to submit means you move yourself.
"The difference is quite substantial."
"You..." Yun Yun turned her head away. Her full, straight thighs trembled slightly, showing off her tall, graceful figure to perfection.
"Since I came here, I've already made my position clear. Why bother asking again?"
Fan Tian immediately waved everyone out of the hall. He wanted to have a proper discussion about serious matters with Yun Yun alone.
Though Zi Yan was reluctant, a sharp reprimand from Fan Tian left her no choice but to pout and leave the hall, looking back three times with every step.
Fa Ma immediately followed Zi Yan and began trying to ingratiate himself with her.
He was under the greatest pressure now. The Mittel Family had Ya Fei, and the Jia Ma Imperial Family had two princesses. He, Fa Ma, had nothing.
However, this was both a disadvantage and an advantage.
"Madam Zi, I am Fa Ma, a peak fifth-grade alchemist of the Jia Ma Empire. If you need any pills, just tell this old man. I will refine... one for you."
"One?" Outside the hall, Zi Yan's brows shot up.
Was he joking? Ever since she had followed Fan Tian, whether the pills came from him, Cao Ying, or Dan