So, in the end, they had done all the work and reaped none of the benefits.
Yun Huanling rubbed his head. "You lot keep falling silent. If you have something in mind, just say it! So are we going to negotiate with the Bright Moon School now?"
Su Jiu's lips curled into a cold, faint smile. Her cool voice spilled from her thin lips, its chill clearly audible to all three men around her. "No. We'll wait for the Bright Moon School to come to us.
"After all, with certain things, it's better to keep the initiative in our own hands."
Watching Su Jiu like this, Lan Fang Ziyi unconsciously tucked his hands into his sleeves. Only after realizing what he had done did he awkwardly lower his arms again.
He secretly transmitted his voice to Yun Huanling. "Don't you think Su Jiu is becoming more and more like Xia Jue?"
At the mention of Xia Jue, the first thing Yun Huanling recalled was that aristocratic young master at the banquet, as gentle and refined as jade, whose easy conversation and laughter were like a soft breeze.
Yun Huanling shook his head. "Not at all. A Jiu isn't even half as gentle as Xia Jue."
At the word "gentle," the corner of Lan Fang Ziyi's mouth twitched. He decided to abandon any further conversation with this muddleheaded junior brother.
No one present objected to Su Jiu's proposal. Of course, unlike Chu Luohen, not all of them refrained because their reasoning matched hers.
Yun Huanling trusted her unconditionally. After all, Su Jiu's decisions had almost never gone wrong. Lan Fang Ziyi's reason was rather more straightforward. Although he could not work out what Su Jiu intended either, he was still the Heavenly Secret Sect's eldest senior brother. How could he let