The room fell silent.
The sheer weight of the Chen Clan's six-punch combination far exceeded Tang Aotian's and Tang Potian's expectations.
Even setting everything else aside, the guaranteed Contract Manufacturing orders worth at least ten million Gold Soul Coins a year, combined with other bulk purchases, joint market development, guaranteed arms purchases, and the indirect returns from the Storage Center, would, by a rough estimate, increase the Clear Sky Sect's annual revenue by at least thirty million gold coins out of thin air!
That heaven-flooding wealth was like a mountain of gold piled before their eyes. Even a hardliner like Tang Potian could not help feeling a flicker of temptation deep inside.
It would greatly ease the sect's financial strain and provide cultivation resources for more of its core disciples.
Yet the price was abandoning their attempt to absorb the Yellow Emperor Tang Family of Lankai Commandery into the sect, surrendering this strategic stronghold with both hands.
Tang Aotian and Tang Potian both turned their eyes toward Tang Yue.
Tang Yue's expression remained as still as an ancient well, revealing little emotion.
He turned toward the two women seated at the tea table to the side and asked, "Sister Wenlan, Sister Jingxue, what do you think of this matter? I invited you both here as witnesses today because I also wanted to hear your opinions."
Yang Jingxue's starry eyes flickered. She set down her exquisite teacup and parted her red lips, speaking with her usual languor. "To put it plainly, this all stems from your two powers expanding until your territories intersected and collided at Lankai Commandery."
"Some friction was inevitable, but that doesn't mean there's no way to resolve it. If you can reach an agreement today, everyone will be happy. If you truly cannot-"
She paused, her gaze